Chapter 8 - FLIGHT RISK
Panic makes people stupid. Instead of surrendering to the mounting evidence, Marcus and Vivian tried to run. They booked private charter flights out of a small airfield in Fort Worth, aiming for non-extradition territory.
I was standing on the tarmac with the FBI when their black SUV pulled up. Marcus took one look at the flashing red and blue lights, threw his hands in the air, and started sobbing. Vivian sat frozen in the passenger seat, staring at me through the windshield. I didn't gloat. I didn't smile. I simply watched as the handcuffs were locked around the wrists that had once pushed my father to the floor.
