"Get moving, Marcus."
I threw myself into the passenger seat and pulled the door shut, cutting off the distant noise of reporters gathering at the precinct gates. Marcus didn't waste a second. He pressed the gas, his Lexus sweeping out of the lower parking deck before Leonardo’s security team could even track where I had gone. The lawyers had managed to force a temporary release by attacking the signature on the search warrant, but it was nothing more than a temporary shield. Cross was determined to lock us up. And someone had successfully hidden a trap inside our house.
"The media is turning this into something else entirely," Marcus said, keeping his eyes fixed on the road ahead. "They're saying you and Leonardo did it to keep Jules from airing out your dirty laundry.”
"Jules was foun
