Charge | Take Da

Maya didn't panic. She looked at Marcus, then at the compartment where the incriminating evidence was hidden. She knew his history with the law; she knew he might not survive another long sentence. Her own situation, while complicated, offered a slim chance for a better legal defense. "I've got this," she whispered.

"Turn right, take a sip," Marcus muttered, his hands tightening on the wheel as he tried to keep his cool. Take Da Charge

The humid Memphis night was thick with the scent of rain and diesel as Marcus steered the old sedan through the flickering streetlights of North Memphis. Beside him sat Maya, a woman who moved with the quiet confidence of someone who had seen it all and wasn't impressed by any of it. Maya didn't panic

As they rounded a corner, the sudden flash of blue and red lights in the rearview mirror turned the cabin into a strobing cage. Marcus felt his heart hammer against his ribs. Under the passenger seat lay enough trouble to send him away for a decade. Her own situation, while complicated, offered a slim