Dane
When they'd finished filming Dane sat for a minute with his head back against the seat rest, just trying to get his shaking under control. "I need you to call Harry now and get him out here."
"How do I do that?"
"Tell him the truth. Just do it discreetly."
"He won't believe me."
"Tell him… tell him I told you to say that all the ducks are in a row, and I can hand them over."
Chris stared at him. "Seriously."
"Seriously."
Chris sighed, but got the number up on his phone and dialed. It took a few minutes to get Harry on the line, but when he did, Chris put it on speakerphone before he spoke, staring at Dane the entire time. "Hello, Detective Quinn. This is Chris Daniels. I'm assuming you know who I am."
"I'm aware of you, Mr. Daniels. How can I help?"
