Chapter 51

Satisfied, Vic set down the wheelchair and offered Roger a hand as he climbed back into it. “Thanks,” Roger sighed, brushing his hair from his sweaty face. He didn’t quite meet Vic’s gaze, as if he were embarrassed to be found in such a predicament—instead, he frowned at the men writhing on the ground and muttered, “I mean, really. If you hadn’t—”

“It’s cool,” Vic assured him. “Look, Matt called the cops so I’m sure they’re on the way. It’s been a long day for me, and I’d rather not be around when they arrive.” The flashing lights would be murder on his dilated pupils, and even if his friend Kendra were on the scene, he didn’t need to appear in yet another crime report. Dropping a hand to Roger’s shoulder, he said, “If you can take it from here, I’d just as soon you didn’t mention my name or anything, you know?”

Now Roger looked at him, a grin on his face. “They won’t think I did this—”