“What would make me even happier is for Pearce to get his head out of his ass about John DeWitt. I saw John leave and he looked really upset.” We’d discussed the issue before, out of our boss’s hearing, of course. “I heard a rumor that you threw out Merrill?” she continued.
I scowled. “Yeah. That man isn’t worth the effort of thought. I’m hopeful about John, though. I think he could be the one to get through to Pearce, help him trust again.”
Before I could head back to the employee room and grab my stuff, Sandy said, “Speaking of opening up, you know Rebel’s Ultimatum is performing here tomorrow night, right?”
Just the mention of the band made my skin flush. They played at the club on select Friday and Saturday nights. They hadn’t played tonight, though.
“You know the hell I do,” I growled.