“Fine. I guess I can spare an hour or two of my precious time.”
David snorted. “Awesome. I’ll stop by your office at six.”
“Sure. What’s his name anyway?”
David opened the door before responding. “Pablo. Pablo Cotilla.”
Keenan’s heart felt as if it almost ceased to beat against his chest. That was a name he hadn’t heard of in years. He had also never mentioned it to any of his current friends. He gaped at David in shock.
“What did you say?”
“Pablo Cotilla. Anyway, I’ll see you at six o’clock. Later, dude.”