Chapter 11 - Marcus Hides In Plain Sight
Meanwhile, Marcus was hiding out in a cheap motel on the outskirts of Oakland, nursing his bruised arm.
His face was plastered across every local news station as federal authorities expanded their corporate fraud sweep.
He paced nervously across the worn carpet, clutching a burner phone to his ear while shouting at his lawyer.
“What do you mean my bail has been denied? I need out of this state now!” Marcus roared into the receiver.
“Mr. Marcus, federal prosecutors have classified this as a national security breach; nobody is getting bail,” the lawyer replied flatly.
The line went dead with a sharp click, leaving Marcus alone in the small, dingy room with his mounting terror.
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He glanced toward the window, pulling back the dusty blinds to check the parking lot for unmarked vehicles.
A sleek black SUV had just pulled up outside, its tinted windows reflecting the harsh morning light.
