The biker stared at the old man.
For the first time all night, he looked afraid.
“Who are you?” he asked.
The old man didn’t answer.
Instead, one of the suited men placed a tablet on the table.
The screen displayed photographs.
Private jets.
Government officials.
World leaders.
And in every photo stood the same old man.
The biker’s hands began to shake.
“No way…”
The waitress covered her mouth.
The old man wasn’t a retired nobody.
He was Victor Kane.
The billionaire founder of one of the largest security companies in the world.
A man powerful enough to protect presidents.
A man whose phone calls could change governments.
The biker suddenly stepped backward.
“I… I didn’t know.”
Victor calmly looked at him.
“That’s the problem.”
The entire diner listened.
“You judged a man before you knew anything about him.”
The biker lowered his head.
Then another suited man rushed inside.
“Sir!”
Victor turned.
The man’s face looked alarmed.
“We found the person who ordered the attack.”
The diner froze.
Victor’s expression changed instantly.
“What attack?”
The suited man swallowed hard.
“The one planned for tonight.”
The room went silent.
Victor slowly looked around the diner.
At the families.
At the waitress.
At the frightened customers.
Then he spoke four words that made everyone’s blood run cold.
“Lock every door. Now.”
