Chapter 94

It would’ve scared off even the toughest punk. Visually Vic was a daunting specimen of a man, buff and brawny and covered with tattoos. Piercings in his eyebrow and both ears. Bald head above angry eyes. A devilish goatee that just lookedwicked. He could intimidate most anyone just by glaring at them. When he told someone to go away, people listened.

Except the asshole outside his bus.

The next knock was punctuated with a woman’s voice. “Vic! I know you’re in there!”

Taking another bite of his sandwich, Vic groaned. He recognized the voice, all right. Kendra Jones was an officer with the Richmond Police, and the only person Vic had ever told about his powers. In the time they’d known each other, they’d sort of become friends, and Kendra’s cell number was the only contact in Vic’s phone that didn’t belong to Matt or the bus service. Many times, Vic had had to ask for Kendra’s help, and vice versa.