::Vic!:: When Matt got no response from his lover, he cursed under his breath. “Goddamn it the fuck.”
He sat on the floor with the store’s other customers and single salesman, backed against one counter and watched over by the gunman. The other two criminals ransacked the store—one used the salesman’s keys to unlock the displays and scoop jewelry into a plastic shopping bag while the other could be heard tearing around in the back room. Beside Matt, Roxie stuck an elbow into his ribs. “Matthew, hush.”
Shooting a quick glance at their captor to make sure they weren’t overheard, Matt admitted, “Vic’s outside.”
Roxie started. “How do you know?” she asked, suspicious. When Matt pointed at his temple, she scoffed, “Bullshit.”
“He’s outside,” Matt told her, leaning closer to whisper when she
