"So." Uncomfortable and abandoned in Toby's foyer, Josh fished for a conversation starter. "The pardon. Great news."
From the kitchen, a ceramic clank, then Toby's voice, reached Josh's ears. "It'll be hard to find someone who's willing to hire a felon, pardoned or not."
"Might not be as-"
"Would you do it? Would you hire me?"
Josh stared at the back of Toby's head, his jaw clenched and his unspoken answer loud in his head.
"That's what I thought."
Josh summoned his self-control not to slam the door when he walked out on a lost cause. For the last time.