Fortunately for Vic, no one noticed the sunglasses or, if they did, they were smart enough not to mention them. Most drivers wore shades anyway—the sun had a nasty habit of lingering just above the buildings during the afternoon commute, blinding everyone who headed straight into it. The windows on the city buses were heavily tinted, too, which helped; fares inside could see out but no one outside could see in unless they stood up real close to the bus. Normally the tint shielded the worst of the glare off the other vehicles on the road. Today, combined with Matt’s Ray Bans, it kept Vic sane.
The only person who commented on the sunglasses was Roger, who pointed at his own face when he boarded the bus around seven that night. “Still wearing the shades, Vic?” he asked. “What, you got a mi
