The fourth vehicle was a motorbike—a custom, built-for-the-road Harley Scorpion. Not appropriate for a trip into the city. Jonathon walked over to the sleek Westwind and punched the combination into the door lock. With a muffled click the lock released and the door swung upward. Have to hurry while Venny’s sleeping. The bodyguard would never allow a solo jaunt into the sprawl. Especially now.