Chapter 155 Don’t Lay a Finger on Me

• Ben Walton saw Mr. Yancey still sitting in the car. He strode straight to the driver’s side, yanked at the door handle—locked—and then pounded hard on the window.
• Inside, Mr. Yancey took one look at Ben and freaked out even more. He didn’t dare get out. He knew he’d downed a lot of booze; the second he stepped out, the guy would smell it.
• “Are you getting out or not? If not, I’m calling the cops.” Ben shouted, already pulling out his phone.