Chapter Victor
VICTOR
“Are you sure?”
“I’m sure,” Gregor confirmed.
Victor smiled and powered down his desktop. “Thanks. By the way, I spoke with the director and got you detailed to the Secret Service.”
“Thanks, boss.”
“No problem. I feel safer with you watching my six.”
“I appreciate your confidence in me, sir.”
Victor laughed. “Okay, big guy. I’ll see you in the morning.”
“Yes, sir, you will.”
Victor disconnected the call and dialed another number. After the third ring, the call was answered. “Jack Storm.”
“Jack, it’s time.”
“Gotcha. Shoot me the details.”
“Done,” Victor agreed and ended the call. He sent over a quick text and slid his phone in his shirt pocket. He stood to leave his office, wondering how he was going to slip past, not only his wife, but his wife.
Victor stepped into the hall, slipped out of his shoes, and tipped down the hall. When he reached their bedroom, he peeped inside. Thankfully, it was dark and Taylor was in bed. Hopefully, she was in a deep sleep.
Victor crept inside and tipped quietly to his closet. He went inside and closed the door before turning on the light. After a quick search, he found some dark jogging pants and a black hoodie. After changing, he slipped on a pair of black Jordan’s that Taylor had bought him.
Victor turned, flicked off the closet light, and slinked out of the bedroom.
He made his way down the hall, toward the back door.
The service door was the only one not manned by the Secret Service.
At least, he hoped. He opened the door and stepped out into the dark hall.
Thankfully, there was no security. He walked down the hall and slipped into the service elevator.
After pressing the button to go down to the garage, Victor prayed for an unobstructed path to Taylor’s motorcycle.
He’d swiped the keys right after they got home.
To Victor’s total surprise, the coast was clear. He pulled his hood over his head and climbed on his wife’s Ducati. He cranked the engine, put on a pair of riding goggles, and took off for the south side.
After a few turns, Victor found himself on the expressway. He shifted to the last gear and sped eastbound on Interstate 94. When the warm wind kissed his skin, Victor understood why Taylor chose to travel by bike every chance she got.