Chapter 12 Alex Spanos

• Alex Spanos
• Through the rearview mirror, I can see my friend picking up his phone, undoubtedly to warn someone that this could turn into a big problem for my family. As I take a sharper turn, the image of my friend on the phone disappears, and I continue on my way, stepping on the gas.
• I drive as far as I can and reach the other side of the island. In front of me is a small port with a yacht docked. I noticed a few people working there.