In Richmond, Vic was getting more worried with each passing minute. He tried Matt’s cell phone again, waiting fifteen minutes between calls. No answer. At a little after one in the afternoon, he tried the gym again, only to get a recording in Roxie’s voice telling him they were closed due to the weather. He thought about calling Mrs. K a second time, but didn’t want to bother her again.
At every bus stop, he checked his phone. No calls back from Matty. Where was he?
A little before two o’clock, he came to a bit of a traffic jam on Broad Street. A typical fender bender—someone taking a left hand turn ran a changing light and didn’t realize someone else coming from the opposite direction had goosed the gas to rush through. One car lay crumpled against the curb, the other had been moved ont
