Bleary eyed, Harlan forced himself to roll over and grab his cellphone. The message on the screen, the number shining up at him in the darkness of his room, woke him faster then any coffee could. He'd stayed up too late working on music the night before, was exhausted, but he didn't care in the least.

Sure. Usual place? There were always rooms available at the out of the way motel. Heart beating fast he wondered what to wear. Why was Jayde calling in the first place? It was so much sooner then Harlan had expected.

He threw on tight fitting jeans and a favorite concert t-shirt, slapped on some leather bracelets and converse sneakers and he was out the door, already heading to the unexpected meeting.