The phone rang at 2 AM.
Adam grabbed it from the nightstand, his heart already pounding. The caller ID showed an unknown number. He answered anyway.
“Mr. Kosta?” A young voice. Scared. Familiar.
“Carlos? What's wrong?”
“He found me. My father. He's outside my apartment in Chicago. He's drunk. He's got a gun.”
Adam sat up, swinging his legs out of bed. Sandra stirred beside him.
“Where's Leo?”
“I called him. He said he's on his way. But I'm scared, Mr. Kosta. He's going to kill me.”
“Stay inside. Don't open the door. I'm coming.”
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Adam dressed in two minutes.
Sandra was already awake, pulling on her jacket.
“I'm coming with you.”
“No. Stay here. Watch the garage.”
“Adam—”
“I'll call you when it's handled.”
He kissed her forehead and ran out the door.
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The drive to Ch
