The three buses stayed in front of them like a formidable barricade Vic couldn’t pass. He hung back, waiting for an opening, but nothing presented itself. He followed behind them all the way to the entrance ramp onto the interstate. Even after they merged onto the James River Bridge, he couldn’t get over because the traffic sped by at a higher speed. “This f*****g sucks,” he muttered.
“Take the expressway,” Matt offered. He pointed at a sign indicating the downtown expressway was the next exit off the interstate. Relieved, Vic put on his turn signal and started to move into the turning lane.
Suddenly a horn blared beside him. He glanced at the passenger side mirror and saw a sporty little Camaro zooming into the space between Vic’s car and the concrete guard rail on the edge of the bridg
