Chapter 7

With a sigh, the clerk reached for the phone. “What’s your name?”

Jett tracked the movement, waiting for him to punch in a number, but the clerk’s fingers hovered over the keypad. “Jett Walker. Are you calling him now?” The butterflies returned. Shit, what if Trev wanted to talk to him? Worse, what if he told his employee he’d never heard of the psycho claiming to be a fellow classmate?

Instead of responding, the clerk punched a three-digit number and turned his back on Jett. Jett had to strain to hear him when he began speaking. “Hey, I got a guy out here I think maybe you need to come and deal with…Not a customer, no. He came in asking for you…I tried that, but he says he knew you in high school. He knew about the gig, so I’m thinking it might be legit. I got his name if…Okay. Sure, sure, I’ll tell him.”

The clerk hung up, but before he faced Jett completely, Jett said, “He’s here? Why didn’t you just say so?”