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    “Jett, he is amazing!  You wouldn’t believe it.  He’s sober, he’s out!  He just got out, and he joined up with a motorcycle club. It’s hard to get a real job when you’ve got a record, you know?  But these guys he’s riding with are good for him.  They’re like a family.  They all take care of each other.  You wouldn’t recognize him.  He’s a whole different person now.”
    “Oh, yeah?”  I replied.  Colt and I had always had a connection.  We were close.  Almost closer than Ciara and I were.  I was never the girly-girl like Ciara was back then.  I related more to the boys, and Colt became one of my best friends.  
    We were just kids, hell, he was thirteen when he left, and I was twelve.
    After the explosion, he went to jail right away, and that triggered an investigation into his parents.  They took Ciara away and locked up their parents.  And just like that, my two best friends were gone.  It sucked.
    “Well, you look great, Ciara,” I told her.  And she did. It made me wonder what Colt looked like now.  She gave me her number, and we promised to keep in touch.  But I never called.  
    So, I wasn’t surprised when I heard the iciness in her voice when I called her this morning.  
    “Jett, what a surprise,” she murmured dryly.  “It’s been a long time.”
    “I know, Ciara, I’m sorry I haven’t called,” I said.  “I’m constantly touring, my schedule is insane.”
    “Oh, that’s alright, I understand.”  Her voice told me she didn’t understand at all.
    “I sure do miss you, though!  I think I have another show coming up in Vegas soon, but I can’t remember the date.  I’d love for you to be my guest, okay?  Bring the family.”  Ciara had moved to Vegas with her husband and two kids years ago.
    “Oh, sure, sure…” she said, her voice trailing off.
    “Ciara, I need to get in touch with Colt.”  
    “Colt?” she asked, her voice full of surprise.
    “Yeah.  I might have a job for him.  I need some um…help.”  
    “Oh. That’s weird.  Okay, well, hold on, and I’ll get his number.  You know, Jett, he’s very busy with the club.  He’s the VP now.  I doubt he has time for you.  Hold on a sec.”
    The VP, huh?  She gave me Colt’s number after a moment, and I thanked her, promising to get in touch about the show soon.
    I called him right away.  When I heard his voice, the past flooded through my head, and all those hours of sitting and talking in the bed of his parents’ pick up truck seemed like they had just happened yesterday.
    I spilled everything. I told him about the grueling schedule, the lax security, and Crazy Jack, as I had taken to calling him.  I told him about the note I found in my room, and I smiled in satisfaction as I heard him growl with anger.
    “He was in your room?!” he asked, his deep voice booming through my cell phone.
    “Yes.”
    “You didn’t wake up?  You didn’t hear anything?” he asked, incredulously.
    “Um, well…I had a little bit to drink.  So, I was sleeping a little more soundly than usual.”   More like it was the only way I could get to sleep , I thought.
    “Oh,” he replied, followed by a long pause.
    “I, um…I hear you’re sober now. That’s great. Ciara told me.  She said you’re in some biker gang now or something.”
    “Motorcycle club. And yeah, I am. It’s not a big deal.”
    “No? I guess. I can’t imagine not drinking, but you know…the stress of the road and all that.”
    “Yeah, sure, I get it.  So, Jett, why are you calling me?  Why are you telling me all this?”
    “Oh. Well, I have a proposition for you.”
    It took a lot of convincing, but I think I sounded so desperate, the poor guy felt guilty after a while.  When he finally told me he would fly out, I jumped for joy.  
    “Yes!”  I said.  “I promise I’ll make it worth your while, Colt.  My management company will pay you very well.”
    “This is just a trial thing, Jett.  I have