Chapter 27

Every time someone cursed Robert Wellington, Johann hummed to himself as he cleaned the window. Whenever someone said something nasty about Rose, he cursed the panelists and sulked on Rose’s behalf. You could practically tell who they were trashing just by watching how fast Johann’s rag moved. In any case, the window he’d been assigned was growing cleaner in vertical strips. “Hey, rookie.” At the sound of his name, Johann pulled out his earbuds and looked back at the captain.