Vic ran through his last route at half past eleven. As the final fare exited the bus, Vic clicked off the service sign and pulled away from the curb. The streets were empty now, the city silent, and an icy chill draped the world like a cold, wet blanket. There was a hint of snow in the air, Vic felt it in his bones. The thought of curling up beside Matty warmed him from the inside out and did more to push back the night than the space heater blowing at his feet.
Down Main Street Vic let the bus open up a bit, driving faster than he normally would, but it was tempting when there were no other cars on the road. The bus terminal was less than ten minutes away—turn on the Boulevard, cross over the river, and he’d be pulling into the garage before midnight. But as he slowed for his turn, he fe
