"Smooth talker. That earns you a few more."
Owen didn't dare flinch. He took every blow.
I looked down at him. "Now let's talk business. I pulled Lois's bank records. Over the years, she transferred a total of a hundred and six thousand dollars to you. That sound about right?"
Owen's face darkened. "That's right."
"I won't gouge you on interest. Round it up to a hundred and twenty thousand. Any problem with that?"
"No problem. None at all." His answer came fast.
"How long until it hits my account?"
"Three days. Three days, tops."
"Good boy. Almost makes me feel bad slapping you around."
I said it with a smile, then cracked him across the face a few more times before finally standing up and heading for the door.
"Logan, the videos..."
I turned back. "That depends on how you behave."
Owen's expression was grim, but all he could do was watch me leave.
After leaving Owen's place, I headed to the office. Whatever rage I'd had, I'd burned through all of it the day I found out the boy wasn't mine.
Now it was about recovering what I'd lost and getting my life back on track.
Lois was destined to become a thing of the past.