Gilbert’s voice filled the room as he recounted everything that had happened. Jeffrey sat on the edge of his bed, his elbows resting on his knees, listening intently as Gilbert paced back and forth with restless energy.
“They actually had the nerve to show up at one of my drop-off points,” Gilbert said, his tone sharp with disbelief. “At first, I thought they were just some overrich customers trying to flex their money. But when they mentioned your name—when they said Hunt—I swear my blood pressure spiked.”
Jeffrey’s eyes lifted slowly, his expression unreadable. “They mentioned my name directly?”
Gilbert nodded, still pacing. “Yeah. Said they were a branch of your family or something. One of them even acted like he was doing me a favor—offered me a pile of cash just to ‘share anything
