Page 88 of Marcus in Retrograde
“You?”
“Of course,” he said. “I did eight months on one of those for some car theft. Years ago. Third strike shit. Never steal wheels from cars that are parked in your neighbor’s yard.”
“Wow, the truth comes out.” Sorcha laughed. “Jerry is our resident thief.”
“Jerry is your resident former thief who basically got schooled that a life of crime is not for him,” he said, raising an eyebrow. “But I was guilty, and our boy here is not.”
I thumped him on the back. “Thanks, man.”
The door opened and the producers of the show walked in, chatting among themselves.
In the middle was Ed Roberts.
Jerry toss his chair back as he stood and pointed at him. “I told you not to bring him in here!” His voice roared through the conference room and halted everyone in their place. “Get out. Get out of here!”
Raph had the phone off the hook and I could see the question in his eyes.Security or police? I glanced at him and hopefully he got my message.Security.
Sorcha was around the chairs and had pressed herself up against my shoulder where I sat. I could see the fury in her eyes as well. “Get out of here.”
“He’s the sound producer—” one of the other jerks said.
“There is a restraining order on him for not less than one hundred yards!” Jerry snapped. “He has moved into the space and we could have him arrested. Get him out of here.”
A cruel look spread across Ed’s face and every ounce of hatred I’d ever had for him boiled up. I was shaking with rage. He’d done this on purpose. He wanted me rattled, he wanted me to make a stupid move. I calmly stood from the chair and looked at Jerry.
He nodded. Sorcha nodded. Even Raph nodded.
Sorcha wrapped her arms around my shoulders and guided me around the table toward the door. The security guards scooted up the hall and stopped just behind the group. They bodily shoved everyone in the door out of the way and held them back while Sorcha guided me through the door.
Ed actually had the balls to reach for me.
Sorcha grabbed his hand and twisted, pinching the bundle of nerves between his thumb and index finger bringing him to his knees with a screech.
“You were told not to come in, you were told to leave twice. Youviolatedthe rider on the contract that your company signed.” She spit the words at him. “You deserve so much worse than a pinch and kneel.”
Releasing him, she joined me with the one guard and we scrambled out of there, up the stairs into Jerry’s office and Violet nodded at us. “Good choice. The cops are on their way.”
“Who called—”
“I did,” she said. “I’m not stupid. The security guys are good, but we can get this on record, terminate the contract and not lose a penny.”
Sorcha and I stared at her, and her eyebrow lifted a moment later. “What? You think Jerry keeps me around for my effervescent personality? Hell no. I’m a hound at contract law, too.”
She pulled the door closed and smiled.
“I cannot believe he tried to grab you!”
“I can,” I said. I leaned against the door in the back and sighed. “He’s trying to get me to fuck up. And someone on his team is on his side. We have to find out who it was that Jerry talked to.”
“I told you, Menendez! I didn’t want him in here.”
Sorcha lifted her brow and stared at me “You heard that, right?”
“Yeah… What the hell?”
“You can’t tell me who on my team can come and go here. This contract is millions, Liggit. Millions. We own your ass.”
“No one owns my ass, Menendez!”
