Ethan stepped out of the house into the cool evening air, walking a few blocks until he reached a nondescript black sedan idling in the shadows. He slipped into the passenger seat. Jason was behind the wheel, his face illuminated by the pale glow of a tablet.
"Report," said Ethan.
"The prosecutor has everything lined up, Boss. They've successfully 'lost' the key witness statement and highlighted the lack of forensic evidence. He can sign the release papers at any moment," said Jason.
"No. Not yet. I want him out in exactly three days. Not a second sooner. I need the timing to be perfect for the next phase of the plan," said Ethan.
"Understood. Everything will be ready. I'll coordinate the transfer for seventy-two hours from now," said Jason.
Ethan nodded, stepped out of the car, and vanished back into the night. When he returned to the house, the warm smell of tea greeted him. Helen was sitting at the small dining table, her hands clasped tightly as if in prayer.
