Chapter 30

Must be something big to get under Pearce’s skin like that.

I’d seen the way Pearce watched the man, like he wanted to have him for breakfast, lunch, and dinner, all at the same time. But he’d been burned by users like Merrill once too often to be willing to take a chance on anyone. He lumped everybody in the same category now. I had high hopes for John, though.

People took him for fluff, but there was a sharp brain underneath that lovely, lithe exterior. I thanked Dawson for covering the door and took my spot once more on the stool.

The line of patrons was long, as usual. For the most part, my job wasn’t bad or really that hard. It was just the morons who thought they could get away with stuff that made things difficult sometimes. Like right now.

“I know the owner,” the overly trendy wannabe said as he tried to pass me without paying to get in.

I put out an arm to block his way. “And the owner’s name is…?” I quirked an eyebrow.