midnight
Joe was sorry to see him leave . Jason had carried his talent for theater into the business world . He had taken on the role of front man and image projector . His job was to walk the walk , talking the talk , while his colleagues fried their brains in the midnight hours . No doubt he 'd done it with his usual wholeheartedness ; he 'd earned his toys . And if the banjo was in the back seat , took second place , what difference did it make so long as he was contributing and doing his best ? Too bad about Wes , Joe thought .