"You would be a pretty brave con-artist to choose a cop as your mark," he said with a wide grin. He took a bite of pie and then his smile faded as he chewed.
It wasn't what Kat had said, but what he had said that brought back the memories of being locked in that room for days. It hadn't mattered that he was a cop then. His training had done him no good at all.
Victor grew pale and he put his fork down to place a hand over his mouth. Even as he willed himself to calm down, he just knew he was going to vomit and if he didn't get to his bathroom quickly, he was going to do it in front of three wonderful people who probably didn't need to see it.
He rose and left the room without excusing himself, something Victor never really did. He closed the door of the bathroom behind him and managed to hover over the toilet before his stomach emptied itself into the bowl.