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place, securing his tank on top of my kitchen table far away from Dexter’s curious snout. Sam made Dexter a giant salad for his late lunch and then we made our way down to the beach.
                  “We’ve gotta talk about this concert tomorrow night, what’s the deal with this band guy?” I asked as we neared the water’s edge. We laid out our towels and dropped our bags.
                  “Ah, Soul Punch,” Sam replied dreamily.
                  “That’s the band’s name? Soul Punch? Is that a horrible joke?” I said with a giggle.
                  “Yeah, so not a great name,” Sam agreed with a laugh. We laid down on our towels to take in the sunshine. “Honestly the band isn’t even that great. But their guitarist…” she gushed.
                  Last week Sam had a date with a guy she met at the library. He took her to some dive bar and although she wasn’t into the date, she left swooning over the guitar player. She never even got his name, but it was all she talked about over the last few days.
                  “So I’ve done a bit of internet stalking,” Sam continued, “and I’ve narrowed down his name. It’s either Tyler, Luke, Ethan, or Barry. Their crappy website didn’t have them labeled, it only listed their names,” she sighed. 
                  “So where’s the bar, what’s the name again? Joe something?” I asked. I knew it wasn’t a place I’d ever been to before.
                  “Local Joe’s,” she stated. “You’re going to freak out when you see it, it’s a total dive. But it appears to be the only place they play. Here’s the bad part… It’s in the West Cove.”
                  “The snake pit?” I uttered. “We’re going to get mugged.”
                  “I know, not the best spot. But at least it’s on a Tuesday night. That has to be better than a weekend, right?” she speculated.
                  “I don’t know, the fact that this band can only book a weeknight in some crappy bar, that’s just bad all around. How terrible are these guys?”
                  “It’s bad,” she admitted. “But I’m telling you, when you see the guitarist, it will all make sense. It will be worth risking our lives for in some seedy dive bar.” She giggled. 
                  There was an area nearby known as the West Cove. It was still on the Nevada side of Lake Tahoe, but it was nestled into the trees right near the California line. Nothing good happened in West Cove, according to the nightly news anyway. It was riddled with dive bars, cheap motels, and run down trailers and cabins. It was such an odd little pocket of Mountain Ridge life. The rest of the lake towns were full of tourists or multi-million dollar homeowners who dwelled in huge five-story mansions on the lake. There was still a strong working middle class area across from the lakefront owners – people like me in modest condos or duplexes. But crime in general was really low in this beautiful town full of outdoor enthusiasts. West Cove was the black hole of the entire area.
                  “The bar itself isn’t as bad inside as it looks on the outside,” Sam commented, shrugging it off. “I wouldn’t exactly go there alone, but in reality it’s only a few miles from here. Maybe Brandt can come with us.”
                  “Yeah, because he looks tough and threatening,” I said sarcastically. Brandt was my ex’s best friend. Even though Ian was very much out of the picture, Brandt and I remained pretty close. Along with Sam, the three of us did a lot together.
                  “You’re right, we need a real bodyguard. Maybe the guy from the clinic?” Sam suggested. “Eva said he’s literally a giant mass of muscle. That would serve us well,” she said with a smile.