CHAPTER 36
LINCOLN
The shrill of Lincoln’s ringing phone broke the silence in his vehicle. “Hey, Dad,” he answered.
“Son, your mother has me doing a head count. She wants me to make sure you’ll be in town on Election Day for the results. She’s planning a gathering at the compound.”
“Yes, sir. You can tell Mom that I will be there.”
“Good, good. And will you bring Donatella or will she have to work?”
“She took off. We’ll be there early in case you guys need help.”
“Great. But I don’t think we’ll need help. Your mother is the best at planning these events.” Victor Senior chuckled. “She’s in her element.”
Lincoln laughed. His dad was right. Even if he tried to help, he’d just be in the way. His mother handled things her way and her way only. “Well, we’ll be there.”
“Very good, son. I’ll talk with you later.”
“Okay, Dad. Later.”
Lincoln ended the call and looked at the orange rays that peeked before the sun rose over the Chicago skyline.
The beauty of a living portrait held his attention until a door opened at the lockup entrance of the 1st police district.
He watched as the offenders exited the building until he saw the one he’d been waiting for.
When the tall Asian man in black exited with the rest of the released prisoners, Lincoln tapped the icon to call Donna.
“Is that him?” he asked when she answered.
“You’re looking for a tall, Asian wearing a black jacket and black cargo pants. He shouldn’t be hard to spot because he’s the only Asian that bonded out tonight.”
“Okay, got him.” Lincoln keyed into his team’s personal radio. “Take him!”