Phoebe's POV
Alistair stood off to the side, grinning like an idiot as he watched Gloria and me push Burton to his breaking point.
I noticed him holding up his phone, no doubt recording every second of Burton's misery to send to Harold.
From what I could tell, Harold and his crew would be showing up any minute now.
Burton looked ready to have a complete breakdown. "Phoebe, I honestly don't know what the hell you want! Just tell me what you need to know, and I'll spill everything!"
The desperation in his voice was music to my ears. I could practically see the regret eating him alive as he cursed whatever idiotic scheme his grandfather had cooked up.
If this moron had known how far I was willing to go, he never would've run off to Heather in the first place. He'd basically gift-wrapped himself and walked straight into my trap.
