[CRUEL, CALEB THE BUTTMANIAC THREATENS AN OLD MAN]
Caleb's eyes went wide when he saw his blurred-out face slapped on the article. His hand shook, thumb scrolling like a maniac.
The headline hit him in the gut: Joe straight-up claimed Caleb had threatened him to do crazy shit on yesterday's live interview. Even worse—supposedly there were chat logs already handed to the cops.
"The fuck is this…? Joe remembering threats, fine, whatever. But chat logs?!" Caleb muttered, head spinning. "Did the damn hijack bug out yesterday?!"
His brain went haywire—none of this added up. Joe shouldn't even remember doing that insane shit. There should've only been digital traces, not crystal-clear memories.
"Joe… no way that old bastard cooked this up himself. Chat logs? Police? Hell no… he ain't that slick…" Caleb clenched his jaw, cold sweat dripping down his temple.
"Then who the hell's stirring the pot?" he hissed, eyes narrowing like a cornered dog.
