“Yeah, yeah, okay, so I can be blind about some things,” Brock admitted.
Calvin’s smile widened but amazingly he remained silent.
“Our regular instructor,” Dave Meadows was continuing, “had some personal s**t to deal with and Mike was the only one who could take his place on such short notice.”
“But why’d Mike act like I’d pissed in his corn flakes?” Brock wanted to know.
“When the other guests told us what was going on, we went to see Mike to get his side of things,” Dave Rivers started.
“At first Mike said nothing was going on, only that one of his posse wasn’t shaping up as he should have,” Dave Meadows said.
“Bullshit!” Brock snapped.
Calvin’s hand tightened further in Brock’s grip. Brock could tell his man was bursting to speak, but by some super-human effort was managing to st
