An hour later, someone knocked on the door, and Adam’s pulse quickened. When Mitch opened it, Adam saw Jeff, Mitch’s assistant manager, standing there, a grim expression on his face. Mitch stepped into the hallway to talk to the man.
Nothing could have stopped Adam from listening in.
“Has there been any word?” Jeff asked.
Mitch huffed a long sigh. “Not yet.”
“Damn. Look, maybe we should get everybody over to the bar. They’re getting restless just sitting there. Besides, it’d be easier on Adam, don’t you think?”
“Yeah. Might as well. You can handle it, right? Bert and I will stay here. Adam will probably need a ride anyway.”
“I’ll take care of everything at the bar. But, man, this sucks. Tell Adam…well…I don’t know what to tell Adam.”
Mitch came back in and closed the door, avoiding
