Demetrius entered his car and settled himself on the leather seats. He had parked on the first floor of the parking garage and his car was submerged in shadows. An air-conditioning unit in the wall gave additional privacy and a chill in the air.
He disliked Lucan on sight. He had never met the billionaire, but it was clear he was hiding something.
He pulled out his phone and dialed, the light from the phone the brightest thing in the car.
“Mr. Governor? Yeah, it’s me. It’s about your nephew. We need to talk.”
