Chapter 8
Then
If Larry had thought Doug was going to blow off a gig as huge as the Ratt, he should’ve known better. It wasn’t long after their ill-fated first practice, and Geoff sat at Larry’s desk, thumbing through a back issue of Wolverine while Larry put away the rest of the comics still strewn across the bed. Suddenly Larry got the feeling someone was watching him, and he looked over his shoulder to see Doug standing in the attic doorway. Arms crossed, brow furrowed, eyes glowering, he looked pissed.
With a sigh, Larry stacked the comics together and shook his head. “Give it a rest, will you? It’s getting late—”
“I need to talk to you.” Doug glanced at Geoff and his frown deepened. “Alone.”
“Right now?” Larry asked.
Doug didn’t answer, just stood there waiting.
After an awkwar
