Phoebe's POV
But with Harold now knowing what went down, he obviously wasn't going to just let it slide. Plus, everyone knew that Hans from the Bailey family held a senior position in the provincial police force.
While the three guys talked things over, I quietly munched on the oranges Harold had peeled for me, keeping my head down and scrolling through my phone, acting like their conversation didn't interest me at all.
If Harold had glanced back right then, he would've caught the smug smile I was trying to hide behind my casual expression.
I was totally absorbed in my game, feeling like the mastermind villain in some story.
Jefferson clearly had no clue how deep this mess could get. If Harold and his crew, or even the other club regulars, discovered Gaia's drug habit, it would blow up big time.
Sure, when things got messy, you could usually make problems disappear if you had enough cash to grease the right palms.
