"Mr. Harris- we found a visitor outside."
Charlie looked up from where he sat next to a brandy glass.
"Shit." He said, looking at his father.
"Charlie- would you like to tell me what's going on?" David asked. He hadn't expected to be apprehended.
"What the hell are you doing here?" Charlie asked, irritated.
"That's what I want to know. Charlie, what the hell have you gotten yourself into?" David asked, although it was more a rhetorical question than anything.
"Let him go." Charlie said, standing and walking away, heading in the direction of the main room where Viviana was.
"I'm sorry Mr. Harris, we can't do that." The men said, making Charlie turn.
"What do you mean you can't do that?" Charlie said. "Take my father to his home and then come back here." He repeated the instru
