Chapter 2: The Man Who Never Raised His Voice
Chapter 2: The Man Who Never Raised His Voice
Twenty minutes later...
A black Bentley stopped outside The Imperial Room.
The driver stepped out first.
Then the rear door opened.
A tall man in a charcoal-gray suit emerged with slow, measured movements.
His name was Victor Kane.
Most people walking along the sidewalk saw only another wealthy businessman.
Chicago's underworld saw something very different.
Victor Kane owned Kane Security Holdings, a company with hundreds of employees, government contracts, and luxury office buildings across the city.
Officially.
Unofficially...
No criminal organization, corrupt politician, or dishonest businessman wanted their name spoken in the same sentence as his.
Victor had built his reputation on one simple principle.
He never shouted.
He never threatened.
He simply ended problems permanently.
Inside the restaurant, David approached with his practiced smile.
“Good evening, sir. Welcome to The Imperial Room.”
Victor nodded politely.
“I’m here for my wife.”
David frowned.
“I’m sorry... your wife?”
“Anna Kane.”
The manager's smile disappeared.
His face turned pale.
“You're... Mrs. Kane's husband?”
“Yes.”
David suddenly remembered.
Two years earlier, Anna had asked that no one mention her husband or family.
“She wants to earn her own way,” she had explained.
Victor respected that wish.
Until tonight.
“Sir... perhaps we should speak privately.”
Victor looked past him.
“Where is she?”
“In the staff room.”
“And who poured the drink?”
David hesitated.
Victor repeated himself.
“Who?”
The manager slowly pointed toward table twelve.
Four young men were still laughing.
May you like
Victor thanked him with a polite nod.
Then he walked toward them.
