Now that he couldn’t read minds, Vic found himself wondering what the people around him were thinking. He hadn’t cared before, and suddenly he seemed obsessed with it. Every fare that rode his bus was scrutinized, every pedestrian crossing the street watched with suspicion, every driver he passed had ulterior motives he couldn’t begin to fathom. You’re driving yourself to distraction, Vic, he chided as he slammed on the brakes in front of a bus stop he almost drove right past. Pay attention.
A few minutes later, he pulled into the flow of traffic and noticed lights in his rearview mirror. He glanced out his side mirror and saw a Richmond city police car right behind him, blue lights flashing as if Tide were on sale at K-Mart. With a groan, he sped up—if he had his telepathic power still,
