Though the bus garage was south of the James River and a good ten minutes closer to Chester than Matt’s gym, Vic hit a snag on the interstate that delayed him. By the time he took the exit he needed, he was convinced Matt was already out of reach, lured into some decadent queer harem by Dr. Veej’s exotic charms. Much as Vic trusted his lover, he didn’t put anything past anyone else, and Matt’s naiveté would probably get him into trouble one day. Jordan had used it to his advantage. Why couldn’t Dr. Veej?
Vic slowed as he turned into the employee lot at Armour Labs. This late in the day, the lot was half-empty, and he spotted Matt’s black Jaguar easily enough. The moment he saw it, he noticed the reflective rainbow-colored strip across the back windshield—Matt had bought that at last year
