Vivienne Vance had spent twenty-four hours learning how to break through Lockhart International's glass doors, which did not open for corporate outcasts.
Marcus Kane was at her side as they slipped through the detention facility's secondary administrative corridor. She was already moving.
By taking advantage of a procedural error by Sterling Vance, Marcus's emergency writ of habeas corpus was their ticket out.
Marcus muttered, "We have ninety minutes," with a sense of urgency in his voice. "The vote deprives Rhys of his ownership after that."
With her senses sharpened by adrenaline, Vivienne nodded. Every second mattered. Under Montgomery Pierce's lockdown, the Lockhart tower loomed like a fortress. As a sign of the seriousness of the situation, security personnel blocked the main el
