Chapter 19
The phone wasn’t in the car.
Vic kept his mind open as he searched, letting Matt see the interior of the car as he saw it. Matt paid close attention to the edges of the scene, where Vic’s gaze didn’t travel, hoping to see the phone in the periphery of his lover’s vision, but no such luck. For a full ten minutes Vic tore apart the car—under the seat covers, under both the driver and the passenger seats; in the back, he shoved a hand between the seats and the back rests, felt around under the front seats, even pulled the back seats forward to check the trunk. He looked in the glove compartment; he moved the front seats back and forth hoping to find it. Nothing turned up.
As he made his way back into the building and up the stairs to the apartment they shared, Vic kept his gaz
