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number one for a reason.” Max eyed Scar from across the table. “I’m very impressed that you’re number two.”
    “That may be good for you but I like to fly under the radar. There’s this thing called the element of surprise.” Scar added.
    “I guess... So ah I was wondering why they call you Scar?”
    Ryan was shocked by the intrusive question Max asked. Sometimes Max would surprise him with his grandiose attitude and forwardness.
    “Max seriously.” Ryan questioned Max’s rudeness.
    “No it’s okay Ryan. I’ll answer your brother’s question.” Scar looked across the table at Max. “You think I have some large hideous scar somewhere on my body?”
    “Well sweetheart, it’s not on your face.”
    “You want to see it?” Scar smiled and puckered her lips. She loved toying with jerks and Max was a jerk, a cute, tall, cocky jerk but a jerk. A sexy, dreamy-eyed jerk but maybe he wasn’t a jerk. Scar was confused.
    Max was excited times ten. “Yes, lets see this scar.” Max rubbed his hands together, excited by the silent drumroll.
    Ryan shook his head. This was another time when Max had embarrassed him.
    Scar tugged at the crew neck of her shirt. “Come close.” She beckoned Max. Scar teased Max doing a Tony Montana impression. “Say hello to my little friend.”
    Max leaned over the table. He watched and drooled, as Scar exposed her bra and dug her fingers under the satin fabric.
    Ryan watched Max’s reaction. He didn’t look at Scar’s bra. He was much too gentlemanly for that.
    Scar quickly removed a small pocketknife. She flicked it out and brutally stabbed the table with the knife.
    Max jumped back in his seat as the pocketknife stood, face up sticking out of the table. Scar broke out into thunderous laughter. Ryan joined in.
    “Very funny.” Max called out. He was disappointed. He thought he would at least get a glimpse of a nipple. He hadn’t been with a woman in a while and Scar was sexy, foxy and tanned.
    Max didn’t really have a type. He wasn’t like Ryan. Ryan had a thing for blue-eyed blondes. Max bedded any woman he thought was sexy and a whole lot of women fit the bill.
    “Max there is no hideous scar. My first name is Scarlet.”
    Max smirked. He had never thought of that. He wasn’t the brain of the Fox brothers, obviously.
    After a few more drinks the dynamic trio decided to leave the bar and grill. Ryan hoped they would get another call from Uncle Donny telling them where Roy Raymond was located. There was no such luck.
    Ryan, Max and Scar walked across the bar’s parking lot to the parked Range Rover.
    From around the nearest corner appeared the King of Vampires, the vampire McIlroy.
    The king of Vampires was dressed in an upscale black suit and tie. He was a dark haired Elton John sans the glasses but with the cocky British accent.
    “Hola, Cagney and Lacey.” McIlroy greeted the Fox brothers.
    Ryan grimaced. “McIlroy what are you doing here?” The scorn could be heard in his delivery.
    “I’ve been looking for you two studly hooligans.”
    “We weren’t lost.” Max added as if bothered with the intrusion.
    “I beg to differ. There’s no crashed airplane or Dhrama project but you two are definitely lost.”
    “McIlroy we’re busy. What do you want?” Ryan asked.
    McIlroy snickered. “Oh Ryan, you’re not doing so well.”
    “I’m fine.” Ryan spewed. McIlroy sent a private wink Ryan’s way. It wasn’t as private as it was intended. Max caught the wink out the corner of his eye.
    “Look Foxy boys. What the hell are we doing in this podunk town?”
    “None of your business. What are you doing here?”
    McIlroy smiled. He loved joking with the Fox brothers. “I’m here for my table read.” He pointed at himself. “Executive producer.” He pointed to Ryan and Max. “Staff writers.”
    “We’re busy with a job?”
    “We have bigger fish to fry. Catfish fellows. We are fishing for Drack.”
    “We understand that but we have a little matter to