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nearby hipster coffee shop where she could use the free WiFi. Sitting down with a small coffee, she began searching the address she remembered seeing on the card. That exact street address existed in five cities in the surrounding few hundred miles of Manhattan.
    But as she researched further, Kennedy soon realized that four of the locations made no sense at all. Two were private residences, one was a pet store in New Jersey, and one was just a vacant lot that she was able to see in a Google Earth search.
    The final possible location was a bar called The Church in Soho, and she imagined that perhaps there was a special VIP card for certain high-powered people who could get special seating or that kind of thing.
    Having found the location, she called The Church, while sipping her coffee and watching a young tattooed couple canoodling at a table nearby.
    “Church, how may I help you?” answered a gruff sounding man.
    “Yes, I was told there was a meeting of the…uh…Infinity…uh…the Infinity Club tonight at eight o’clock?”
    There was a long pause on the other end, just long enough for Kennedy to think she’d struck gold. But then the man said, “Excuse me? The what?”
    “The Infinity. The group that meets at your bar. I have my account number if you need it,” she said, trying to sound confident.
    “I’m sorry, ma’am, but I think you’ve got the wrong place. This is The Church, and we’re a bar that serves food and liquor, and we have live music. We don’t have anything else going on here that I’m aware of, no private parties or anything tonight.”
    Kennedy felt totally deflated. “Okay. Well, thanks for your time.”
    “No problem.”
    There was a click and then the conversation was over.
    She sighed, putting her phone away and mulling over the options. She had a hard time believing that this exclusive club Easton Rather belonged to took place at some random little house in New Jersey or Connecticut. She went as far as to get online and check out the satellite pictures of the other addresses just to make sure—and the houses weren’t mansions or anything of the sort. They were small, middle class homes—
    nothing that someone like Easton would have anything to do with.
    No—despite the denials from the man on the phone—Kennedy felt certain that this club Easton belonged to was meeting at The Church in Soho, at eight o’clock that night.
    And one other thing she was certain of—she would be there.

    ***
    Dressed in high heels and a tight blue sweater with even tighter jeans, Kennedy waited in a short line to get in the door of The Church. She’d tried to dress attractively enough that perhaps she could convince a crabby bartender or manager to dish some dirt on the ultra secret club that she was certain would be meeting somewhere in the bar that night.
    Maybe they had a back room where they hosted private events. The Church was a fairly large building, and she thought it possible that there were places that could accommodate that sort of thing.
    When she got to the door, an unfriendly guy with a Mohawk and beard checked her ID.
    “I’m here for the meeting,” she said, smiling furtively at him.
    “Meeting?” He gave her ID a cursory glance and then handed it back to her.
    “Yeah, the one that’s happening at eight o’clock. Is it in back or downstairs?”
    He stared at her. “Twenty dollars.”
    “You want twenty dollars to tell me where the meeting’s being held?”
    His cold, flat eyes didn’t change, nor did his annoyed tone of voice. “No, I want twenty dollars because that’s the cover charge to get inside. I have no clue about any meeting. We have a good local band playing later tonight. That’s about it.”
    Kennedy felt herself blush as she dug into her purse and found enough cash, leaving herself only five dollars for the rest of the night. She handed him the money and he clamped a yellow bracelet over her wrist and nodded for her to go inside.
    The bar was crowded,