At just past eight o’clock that night, King slammed into the back room of his garage and glowered at his team. They gazed back calmly enough, though they tensed up internally. It wasn’t like King to visibly lose it like this. The man had seen it all at least once, and they suspected that he now had ice water flowing through his veins.
“I need you guys to keep me here,” he growled.
Now they did show surprise.
“Say what, boss man?” Tank asked him, his Cajun accent getting thicker in his confusion. “You need us to be doin’ what now?”
“Keep me from leaving.”
“Uh. Why do we have to stop you?” Quinn said. “Can’t you just plant your ass in a chair and stay there?”
“No. If I’m left alone, I’ll storm out of here and do something f*****g regrettable.”
That put them on high alert.
“Who would
