Ever since that call, my communication with Damon had dwindled to almost nothing besides necessary interactions.
I didn't idle about it, though. After settling the Morse family's folks, I started digging for dirt on FarHorizon Group. If they were into money laundering, they must have some weak spots.
Still, I had no clue when I would stumble upon these weak spots.
"Ms. Brooks, your mom wants her phone back now. She wants to chat with some friends. What should I do?" Hannah approached me nervously.
"I'll invite her friends over for dinner and a chat. Tell her that the doctor advised her to avoid overworking her brain. We'll return her phone when she's feeling better, save her from straining her eyes," I advised Hannah.
Hannah nodded, knowing full well that this was a temporary solution. My mom would grow suspicious eventually.
Armed with some documents from home, I had James drop me off at a gathering.
