Salt Lake City border living zone.
Victor stood by the car, answered Sebastian’s call. “What’s up?”
“You at department?”
“f**k—you don’t know? Border—grain runners bust.” Victor wiped sweat. “Just wrapped—heading back.”
Sebastian heard Victor unaware department events—no details. Gritted teeth plea. “Serious trouble—need your help.”
“What?”
“…Can’t say on phone. Come back—pick up mom and little sister?” Sebastian low. “Won’t long—two hours max there.”
“What the f**k happened?” Victor baffled—Sebastian never begged like this.
“No details. Salt Lake I can’t stay—got to go.” Sebastian feared watchers suspect, no time explain. “No one else—only you.”
“Fine—heading back now,” Victor no hesitate. “Half hour.”
“Victor—this call—tell no one.”
“…No one.” Victor rare promise—but kept alwa
