Chapter 12
Leo walked into the kitchen carrying a drawing of a police cruiser and proudly handed it to Christian.
Christian accepted the drawing with a genuine smile, pinning it carefully to the refrigerator door.
"That's fantastic work, Leo," Christian praised, earning a bright, shy grin from the six-year-old boy.
Suddenly, Christian's encrypted satellite phone vibrated sharply against the wooden countertop.
He picked it up, glancing at the caller ID before pressing accept with a stern expression.
"Report," Christian commanded into the secure receiver.
"Sir, Arthur Sterling just tried to flee the country on a private charter out of Dallas Love Field," his security chief reported.
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"Federal marshals intercepted him on the tarmac five minutes ago."
"Keep him locked down," Christian instructed coldly. "Let him realize that money can't buy freedom."
