Marcus crouched in front of him.
“Who was it?”
The answer froze his blood.
“Uncle Brandon.”
Brandon Keller.
Marcus’s business partner.
His closest friend.
The man who had been best man at his wedding.
“What were they talking about?” Marcus asked carefully.
Noah’s lip trembled.
“They said tonight… something would happen to you. Uncle Brandon said the police would think it was an accident.”
Marcus didn’t hesitate.
He grabbed his keys, buckled Noah into the car, and drove straight toward the police station.
Halfway there, his phone buzzed.
A message from Olivia:
I forgot my wallet. I’m heading back home. Give me ten minutes, then I’ll go to the store.
Ten minutes.
Marcus suddenly understood.
Whatever they planned was supposed to happen within those ten minutes.
On the drive, he made three calls:
His lawyer.
His financial advisor.
And Ethan Cole—his head of security and a former Marine.
“Meet me at the police station,” Marcus said. “Bring the surveillance system. Everything.”
“What’s going on?” Ethan asked.
“My wife and my business partner may be planning to kill me,” Marcus replied coldly.
“And I need proof.”
The police took the report seriously, especially after Noah repeated exactly what he had heard.