Every breath seemed to be tinged with the poisonous combination of jet fuel and despair that permeated the air. Even though the icy air of Vienna's night was as sharp as a razor, the cold in the air wasn't as bad as the ice that had settled in Victor Lancaster's chest over the past forty-eight hours.
Across the asphalt corridor of a private hangar outside Vienna Victor Lancaster ran quickly, his coat collar pulled up to protect him from the wind and the surveillance cameras he was certain were watching. He examined every possible hiding place, peering into every c***k. He had overcome his suspicions after years of living in Dominic's shadow, but it had never felt so real as it did at the moment. His digital footprint could be erased for twenty-four hours—enough to disappear into a country
