The Biker's Claim
Without needing another word, he is on his feet.
Justin taps a few keys, and the screen lights up with live footage. It’s Victor’s house. Apparently,his wife lives in Vegas. We found it after digging through his records, the ones he thought he’d hidden so well. The camera pans to the front door, where a small, discreet bomb is rigged. Its red light is blinking steadily. Inside, Nyx sits on a couch, her face hidden behind a black mask, her posture relaxed. She left immediately after we got the information and knowing Victor,it was the best move to have him cooperate
Victor’s eyes widen, his bravado cracking. “You’re bluffing,” he says, but his voice shakes. “You wouldn’t—”