Pete Shapiro's company-issued phone beeped as he walked down a deserted hallway in Rothchild's Labs.
Problem? He doubted it.
What he liked most about working night shift as a security guard is that he didn't have to talk to anyone. He and the other guard interacted only a few times during the shift and that was just fine for Pete. He wasn't a people person. Choosing to be a loner most of the time, he just liked his own company.
Which always makes him wonder why he'd agreed to be a partner in the pop-up nightclub Grotesque. He still shook his head at that. He'd been dragged along and had just never shaken loose from that group. They were all ex-military and they understood each other.
They called him Eeyore because he always saw the negative in any action.
He glanced down at the pho
