Chapter Seven
There wasn’t a parking spot left in front of the town hall. Ben was in the passenger side, trying to gather his thoughts as Jack drove. He still hadn’t figured out how to start this meeting, but he was pretty good at assessing a situation and running with it in the moment. He wiped his face as Jack pulled up to the boxlike, blue building, its paint faded and peeling. Concrete steps went up to the front doors, which were propped wide open. People were still pouring in, some with signs that he could only imagine were meant to intimidate him and the other residents who had come to listen. The protesters would stir up the energy, the anger, so no one would ask questions or have an open mind. It was a heavy-handed tactic meant to send him packing, but they didn’t know Ben Wilde i
