Dad Charged Me $250 a Month for Five Years, Then Left Me a Secret Recording Studio
“There’s something about your dad’s old band that you ought to know.”
For once, I didn’t have a sarcastic reply ready.
I simply waited.
But Marcus looked at his watch, took a breath, and shook his head.
“Not here.”
“Then where?”
He studied me for a moment.
“Come by my garage on Sunday.