Chapter 7Jett might not have been in the way, but he sure as hell felt like a groupie.
The band congregated in the back of Trev’s store, a corner decked out with their instruments and soundproofing panels to help keep the noise at a minimum for customers. Trev introduced everyone when Jett arrived, but contrary to Monday’s impromptu trip, he’d done a little research before coming face to face with more of Trev’s friends.
Oscar took his hand with a wide, knowing grin, then settled himself at his drum kit with the faraway look in his eyes of an ex-lover getting a second chance. The guitar player was just as friendly, a burly man in his fifties with ginger hair and a white beard. His name was Malachi Goodwin, and he’d joined Godless Crisis after their first guitarist got busted on coke char
