"Well, well. You've got guts, I'll give you that."
"Unlawful detention. Assault. Aggravated battery." His lips curled into a sneer. "And let's not forget the Dunn family's colorful history. You're going to rot in prison until the day you die."
Vivian wheeled Quinton forward, dressed in a loose white hospital gown that made him look every bit the delicate victim. He stepped around the chair and sighed at me, dripping with false sympathy.
"Mr. Dunn, why do you insist on making this harder than it needs to be?"
"Just hand my brother over to me. One small bone marrow procedure, that's all. I promise the Harding family will drop every charge."
"Surely you don't want your father, at his age, catching a bullet alongside you?"
The words had barely left his mouth when the courtyard's iron gates groaned open. Several officers shoved a familiar figure through.
It was my father. He must have gone downstairs while I wasn't looking. They had him pinned to the ground, faces pressed into concrete.
"Get off me! You spineless dogs, licking the boots of the rich!" Malcolm thrashed against them, but it was no use.