Chapter 12 - Gathering Allies
Knowing they couldn't run forever, he pulled out an old encrypted satellite phone from a hidden compartment beneath the floorboards. He dialed a number he hadn't called in nearly a decade—the private line of Marcus, his grandfather's former head of security who had been forced into retirement by Arthur.
When the line connected, Marcus's voice was rough but steady. "I was wondering when you'd call, kid," Marcus said quietly. "Your father has placed a two-million-dollar bounty on your car. He has half the city's private militias looking for you. If you want to survive this, you need to turn the tables before sunrise."
