“I’m behind the investigation into your PAC funds. And, I’m also the one who killed the investigation once I got what I needed.”
Victor frowned and shook his head. “What do have to gain by getting me indicted?”
“I can’t tell you that. I’m sorry.”
“Then what the fuck can you tell me? Why are you here?” Victor was visibly irritated.
“I told you, I’m here to apologize in the form of gift giving.”
“Get on with it!” Lincoln snapped.
Victor pushed past them to leave. Lincoln would imagine he was anxious to see his wife and daughter.
She sighed and rolled her eyes. “I found the man, or men, behind yourveryimpressive sex tape.”
Victor’s steps halted. When he turned his angry glare on Tahira, Lincoln could see the fire in his eyes.
She threw a hand on her hip and narrowed her eyes. “I said I found the guy. I’m not responsible for the video.This time…I’m not the bad guy.”
“Go on,” Victor pressed.
“I tracked the IP address where the video was uploaded to a house in Chicago Heights. Turns out, this wasn’t just any ole house. It was a whore house.And, this was not just any ole whore house. This whore house is known to accommodate those with special proclivities.”
“Special proclivities?” Victor repeated with frown.
“Yeah. You know like… choking, whipping, pissing, shitting. Stuff like that.”
Victor grimaced and looked over at Lincoln. “How does this help me?”
Since he didn’t have an answer, Lincoln could only shrug.
“Governor, after a brief interview with Michelle Young, the owner, and operator, I learned the identity of the men responsible for uploading the video.”
Lincoln knew exactly what Tahira meant bybrief interview. He’d bet a finger that some form of torture involved.
“Who?”Victor inquired impatiently.
Tahira crossed her arms. “Why, your opponent, of course,” she responded with a raised eyebrow.
Victor stuffed his hands in his pockets, something he’d been doing since he was a boy to control his rage.
“You’re telling me that Bill Thornton put that video out?”
“Yep.”
Although Lincoln didn’t doubt her story, it just wasn’t adding up.
“How did he get the video?” he asked.
“Now, here’s the kicker…” She shook her head with a faint chuckle. “There’s a traitor amongst you.”
She must’ve noticed that each pause for effect was getting on Lincoln’s last nerve when she blurted, “Jeffrey Morgan!”
“What?!” Victor raged.
“He used his City Hall credentials and familial connection to get into your office so he could plant the cameras.”
“That motherfucker,” Lincoln muttered under his breath.
