Chapter 42

On his way out the door, Vic’s doorbell began to chime. He ignored it, locked the door behind him, and started down the stairs leading to the outside door. He didn’t get past half a dozen steps before the doorbell to the downstairs apartment kicked in and, not to be left out, the one in the apartment above Vic’s activated, too.

“Fuck this.” He hit the front door of his building at a trot, the hinges squealing as he hurried out.

Freezing rain slapped his face and smacked his bald scalp. Beads of sleet trickled down between his nape and the back of his jacket, frigid on his skin. His work boots slipped in the slush and snow covering the sidewalk. Vic hunched over in a weak attempt to avoid the weather and ran to his car.

Fuck this was right. It was going to be one of thosedays.

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