Chapter 88

“Good dog,” Matt cooed. He patted her rump, then put the car into gear and did a three-point turn in front of the downed tree to exit the lot. “Next stop, home.”

Or so he hoped.

Something about rain brought out the worst in drivers. Matt eased into the flow of traffic down Broad Street, Richmond’s main artery, only to find himself stopped at a blinking light. Did no one know how to navigate these things? “Four way stop, man,” he muttered, hitting his horn when the car in front of him refused to budge. A second later, he leaned on it hard, startling the driver into stalling.

“Jesus,” Matt muttered. Seriously? It was going to take the rest of the day to get back to his apartment at this rate.