An hour later, Rooster had what he was looking for and Travis was asking questions that he knew he couldn’t answer. That seemed to be his token job lately, having answers that he couldn’t reveal.
“This is the high school football coach. What the fuck is going on?” Travis whispered as he held onto the papers he had printed for Rooster.
“I can’t explain that right now, I need this information, so I need you to let go of the fucking paper,” he whispered back.