Finally, it was his. Marcus could barely keep still, excitement buzzing through him so hard it felt like it might crack through his skin. But this wasn't the time to inspect it. The green quartz bead sat in his pocket like a burning coal, and every second he wasn't looking at it gnawed at him.
He checked the time and his stomach dropped. Nearly two hours had passed. His appointment with Mr. Zahir was coming up fast, and at this rate, he'd be late. No choice. He had to move.
After talking with the old man for a few more minutes, Marcus excused himself and left. He swung himself onto his Steel-Horse and sped off toward the central bank headquarters, the engine roaring beneath him as he cut through the streets.
Watching Marcus disappear into the distance, Larry frowned and turned to his grandfather. "Grandpa... who exactly was that guy? You treated him like he was some kind of big shot."
