Page 82 of Positively Pricked
"Trust me. You don't wanna know."
He was wrong on both counts. Ididn'ttrust him. And Ididwant to know. Of course,someof it wasn't a huge mystery. Already, I'd seen how he treated people.
Was it any wonder he had enemies?
I considered every person he'd offended, abused, or threatened during our short acquaintance. First, there'd been Bob, the guy he'd kicked out of his family home. And then, there were all of the people we'd seen today. Every single one of them had been friendly coming in, and raging as they left.
I could totally relate.
And yet, it was almost sad. The way all those people talked, they thought Zane's grandfather had been a hell of a guy. So how was it, I wondered, that his grandson had turned out to be such a jerk?
I tried to look on the bright side. Maybe today was some sort of trial by fire. Maybe, assuming that I kept this job at all, things would be a lot more peaceful going forward.
But surprise, surprise… They weren't.
