Chapter 79
I liked it when there was nothing much to do except watch people enjoying themselves, collect money at the door, and listen to the bands that performed there. As I scanned the crowd, Sandy, one of the bartenders, caught my eye and waved me over from her spot behind the bar.
I gestured to Dawson—the other bouncer on duty—to come take my spot for a minute. Once he did, I headed over to see what was up.
Sandy kept it brief. “Boss needs you. Sounded urgent.”
“Got it.” I quickly made my way to the back of the club.
When I arrived at his office, the door was open and a familiar man was on the floor, whining about his broken, bloody nose. It was Pearce’s ex-boyfriend, Merrill. He must have slipped in when I’d stepped away from the front door for a bathroom break earlier. Dawson was fairly new to the place and wouldn’t have recognized him.
“Get rid of him, Ben,” Pearce ordered, a look of disgust on his face.