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door. We were all left watching, speechless.
     
    “What is it?” said Brooke.
     
    “Huh,” said Jenn. Her mouth was slightly agape and she was still looking toward the door.
     
    “That card he gave you, what is it?”
     
    As if snapping herself out of a trance she shook her head and looked down at her hand. “Oh.” She held the card up for us to see.
     
    It was blank, aside from a small line of text printed in very small, neat characters.
     
    “It's an address,” I said. And that, indeed, was all it was.
     
    “What? An address?” said Brooke. “What does that mean? That was weird, he didn't even say anything.”
     
    “Yeah, but did you see him? He was gorgeous.” said Jenn.
     
    “Let me see it,” I said. I snatched the card from her fingers. “It says 481 Breakwater Road.”
     
    “What is that?” said Brooke. “I've never even heard of that.”
     
    I punched the address into the search bar of my phone. The results showed a place several miles from the city. “It looks like...it's a bar,” I said, trying to study the lines on my phone. “It's out in the county, on the edge, according to the map.”
     
    “That doesn't make any sense,” Jenn said. “He wasn't like, a club promoter, was he?”
     
    “No way,” said Brooke. “He definitely didn't have that look. Besides, Katie said the place is way out of town. Nobody promotes for places way out there.”
     
    “Yeah, it looks like there's not much around it. Kinda all by itself,” I said.
     
    “Whatever, girls,” said Jenn. “Probably some weirdo trying to get us alone out in the middle of nowhere. Let's just have a good time and forget it. We're gonna meet plenty of guys tonight.”
     
    “Yup, that guy gave me a crazy vibe. Whatever,” said Brooke.
     
    But, I could tell she was curious, and Jenn was obviously still affected by him. I thought about my decision to remain open to all possibilities. There was no reason to forget him. I folded the little card in half and slipped it into my purse.
     
    ***
     
    James sat in the corner nursing his beer. Most of the brothers were here tonight. The place was called Barney’s Fillin’ Station. It had been an E.G. stronghold for years and the default place to go when all the day’s business was done. The owners were on the payroll and the beer was always cold.
     
    “You see those jerk offs, Ice?” said Trace, a wide-shouldered biker of about thirty. “I don’t think they know where the hell they are.”
     
    He was talking about a group of four college boys who had wandered in earlier in the evening. They were quiet at first, but they were starting to get a little too comfortable as the night wore on. The brothers from the E.G. watched them, mostly amused at first, but they wouldn’t stand for any disrespect.
     
    “They just look like some frat boys,” said James. “They’re just too damn stupid to know where they’re at.”
     
    “Yeah, well, if they don’t quiet the fuck down real soon, they’re gonna find out where they’re at. And when they do, I don’t think they’re gonna like it,” said Trace.
     
    “Why’s everybody so calm tonight?” said James.
     
    “Are you serious, man?” said Trace. “Nobody’s much in the mood to party after what happened earlier. Damn, Ice...it’s just, Keith was a brother long before me or you was around. I think everybody’s just wonderin’ how that coulda happened.”
     
    “Piece of shit was a traitor,” said James. “We should be celebrating gettin’ his ass out when we did.”
     
    Trace shrugged his shoulders. “I guess, man, but-”
     
    “No buts about it, son, now go get the rest of them boys riled up. If the Prez walks in here and sees this place lookin’ like a church on Sunday morning, he’s gonna suspect you all aren’t down for the cause.”
     
    “You’re right, brother,” said Trace. “I guess you ain’t a real one per-center unless you go out and raise a little hell after a day like