Christopher's expression turned serious. "The FBI has my son arrested, and I need your help getting him out of there."
Vaughn's eyes narrowed, his mind already calculating the implications. "They have proof against you."
Christopher's expression darkened, a flicker of desperation in his eyes. "I know, that's the whole issue. That's why I'm here to ask for help."
Vaughn nodded, understanding the gravity of the situation. "I understand, but you need to realize that since they have proof, even my help might be worthless."
Christopher leaned forward, his voice lowered to a whisper. "I understand that, but if you have some insider, help me get in contact with them."
Vaughn considered for a moment before nodding. He pulled out his phone and dialed a number.
After a brief conversation with that person, he looked back at Christopher. "You can meet him here tomorrow."
