Chapter Four
VICTOR
“Well, at least I don’t have to join a gym.” I huffed, locking my bike to a street sign. Richmond had steep hills, and my calves were already burning. Actually, it wasn’t my bike, it was Chad’s. He was letting me use it for my new gig, schlepping fast food and other crap to downtown businesses.
Asking Chad for it was humiliating. I couldn’t find an acting job, and begging him to let me use it was a step short of admitting that my dreams of being an actor were down the drain. I wondered what my brother would think if he were here now. He’d probably regret making me the beneficiary of his life insurance policy. God knows, I’d squandered that money, and my sole source of income was delivering burgers.
“You can’t lock your bike up there.”
I glanced up, and saw a tall o
