The driver shuddered at Logan's words. Logan no longer spared him a glance.
"My phone got smashed in the crash. Yours—"
His gaze dropped, noticing Selina's phone still wedged inside the wreck. He pulled it free; it worked, but there was no signal.
Logan's eyes flickered when he saw the video recording on the screen. He casually tapped "end recording."
"I sent Jack my location earlier. He should be here soon. As for the Hill Family, they'll probably just think you're running late."
Selina gave a cold laugh.
Logan added, "Once Jack gets here, use his phone to call Aaron so he won't worry. But as for those hoping you'd be 'late'—or hoping you'd end up dead—how do you plan to handle them?"
Selina's eyes narrowed. She was never the type to cut the weeds and leave no roots; with this driver alive, plus the video and audio evidence, she'd naturally wring out every advantage.
While bandaging her own hand, her face remained expressionless.
"Then we wait."
