Chapter 11
“It’s Vic,” Tom said as he crunched through the snow to my side. “He’s insisting on bringing that thing in himself.” Behind him, Vic had ducked down to pick up the computer. “He was bringing it over when the driver of one of those supersized SUVs almost hit him. Vic’s sure the driver saw him, too. But that’s all he can remember.”
“What?”
“Look, you’re freezing out here. Let me get Vic inside, then we’ll talk. Okay?”
I nodded and started back up the sidewalk. Then I turned. “Tom? I already have a computer. Why was he bringing me one?”
“It’s Dusty’s!” Vic’s voice as he lugged the computer to the curb was somewhere between a cough and a gasp. “Her mom didn’t want the cops to have it. She wanted you to have it.”
“Is that so?” Tom asked mildly as he helped Vic up onto the curb.
