Chapter 251 The Third Fine

• Ben Walton still took the bus. He headed straight to the Glence International Hotel where he’d stayed last night and drove Vincy Shaw’s car out. Instead of going to the office, he swung by a print shop for ads, talked business for a bit, then headed toward the company. Passing a mall, he hesitated, turned in, and wandered to the gold jewelry counter.
• Staring at those long strings of numbers on the price tags, he gulped without meaning to.
• “Sir, what would you like to see?” The salesgirl came over, sweet and eager.