His gaze was steady, and his voice was calm, offering a profound sense of safety.
Elma hesitated, her lips parting, but ultimately she remained silent.
Lyndon faced the man and said, âIâm curious.
What do you plan to do to me?â
The man scrutinized Lyndon and said, âYouâre not from around here, are you? Let me share a story.
Once, a guy hit my kid, and in response, I wrecked their home and let my dog bite them.
They were just like you, mentioning the law.
Guess how that turned out? Go on, tell him.
â
He gestured for his friends to share the outcome with Lyndon.
One of his friends said, âYouâd do well to apologize to Elmore.
His uncle is Franco Watts, the townâs deputy mayor.
Cross him, and youâll regret it.
â
So, the townâs deputy mayor Franco was this manâs support? That explained his boldness and attitude.
Lyndon glanced at his two companions.
The two exchanged glances.
Kendal, puzzled, asks, âYouâre Franco Wattsâs nephew?â
Elmore sneered at him, âWho do you think you are to interrupt?â
Kendalâs expression grew stern, and he looked towards Jameson.
Jamesonâs demeanor also became grave.
âKendal, give Franco a call.
Letâs see if he actually supports such misconduct.
â
âRight away, sir.
â
Kendal pulled out his phone and made a call.
Elmore, now wary, paid them closer attention.
Their direct reference to Franco and the serious look on their faces gave him an uneasy feeling.
Could they be connected to his uncle Franco?
As he pondered, Kendalâs voice broke through his thoughts.
âHey Franco, where are you at? Oh, youâre in a meeting? We have someone here claiming to be your nephew and making a fuss.
Jameson wanted me to check with you.
Do you know this guy?â
Was he really talking to Franco on the phone? The possibility of Kendal speaking to Franco sent a wave of dread through Elmore, who now watched nervously.
Kendal turned to him, asking, âWhatâs your name?â
Elmoreâs face shifted.
He gathered his courage and asked, âAre you really on the phone with him? Donât fool me!â