Glancing at Fred again, Carey swallowed his frustration at the dude’s impassive face.
“Can’t you see they’re amazing?” he wanted to shout at him. “Talented and creative, with an enthusiastic fan base? They’re so goddamn good!”
But Fred didn’t react, even when Jase faded into the background to let the musicians take the spotlight with their solos. Quinn’s drum work, the whining guitars—all of it had the crowd fully engaged.
Their song and encore over at last, the band members disappeared and the house lights went on. Without a word, Fred pushed his empty glass away and got to his feet. Carey stared at him, incredulous. Was he just gonna fuckin’ leave? Then Fred glanced at him and jerked his head almost imperceptibly toward the club entrance.
Carey followed him outside, his stomach in kn
