He was pleasantly surprised to find Matt’s black, late model Jag parked in front of his apartment building. Because they’d missed each other that morning, Vic assumed Matt would go back to his own place after work, maybe call early tomorrow or swing by later in the week. But apparently his friend had found the spare key above the door jamb—when Vic checked, it was gone—and entered Vic’s apartment while he was out as easily as he had entered every other aspect of Vic’s life. Even though it was after midnight, Vic almost expected to find Matt waiting for him, dinner on the table.
But not tonight. “Matt?” Vic called out softly as he shut the door behind him. The only noise came from the television in the living room, where Vic found Matt asleep in the recliner, a book open on his chest and g
