Matt saw the police officer navigating through the bystanders and positioned himself to block her view of Vic. She was a young woman with a pretty, heart-shaped face and a blonde bun pinned beneath her police cap. She had a pad in hand, and seemed to be taking names of potential witnesses. When she looked over at Matt, he shifted his attention back to the bus and tried to fashion his features into a look of concern. It wasn’t the accident that worried him—Vic had that under control, and Matt believed him when he said the kids would get free before he allowed the bus to fall.
But Vic looked drawn and pale, his sweaty face tense, and there was a stubborn trickle of blood from his nostril that Matt couldn’t seem to stem. That scared Matt. Vic wouldn’t let the bus fall without a struggle, but
