Traffic slowed to a crawl in front of the jewelry store. Drivers rubbernecked as they inched past, staring at the collection of cop cars filling the parking lot as if they’d never seen a police vehicle before. Vic cursed as he ground the bus’s gears, one foot on the gas and the other on the brake to keep from leap-frogging into the back of the car in front of him. As he neared the store, he projected a constant litany, hoping to connect with Matt as soon as he came into range. ::Don’t worry, Matty. I’m on my way.::
It wasn’t until he managed to pull into the far end of the parking lot that he finally received a response. Matt’s thoughts flooded his own, relief replacing the anxiety that had gripped him since Kendra’s call. ::Vic, thank God. There’s a gunman—::
::I know,:: Vic assured him
