Chapter 24

Vic reached out, his fingers closing around the driver’s throat, pulling him into a tight chokehold. The biker was jerked off his bike, which sped out into a nearby intersection and crashed into the front grill of a city bus. Fitting, Vic thought.

As the man’s body went limp in his arms, Vic slowed his breakneck pace. When the biker’s hand relaxed its grip on Mrs. K’s cane, Vic caught it nimbly in his own sweaty fingers.

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Twenty minutes later, Matt had finished stowing their groceries in the trunk of Vic’s car and now waited to be released. Oh, he could go, no question—he’d only been a witness to the events, and the police on the scene already had his statement. But Vic was still getting the third degree.