MIND GAMES
by Amanda
© 2000-2001

CHAPTER EIGHTY-FIVE - FINALLY ALONE

As soon as he saw the conference door closing, Nick swung his attention to Brian who was still quietly sitting. Throughout this whole ordeal, his main objective had been to find Brian, to reach him. Now that he was here, alone with him, Nick felt tongue-tied, embarrassed, uncomfortable. An awkward silence filled the room and Nick glanced nervously at AJ, who seemed to be as ill-at-ease as he was. They both had been stunned by Brian's severe glare, hoping instead to see the forgiveness in Brian's eyes, to know that everything would be okay, that their bond of friendship was not forever shattered. They received no such acknowledgment. Brian sat in his chair, leaning over, his hands covering his face as if in pain. Frightened by his manner, Nick threw a concerned look at AJ then took a few tentative steps towards his friend.

"Brian," Nick spoke softly, scared.

Brian pulled his hands away, a pained and resigned look on his face. "What?" he replied harshly. He began to rise from his seat, grimacing and swaying as he struggled to stand upright.

Nick was there in a split second, grabbing Brian, crushing him into a fierce embrace. He felt a sob rising in his throat and choked it back, still clinging to Brian, not sure who needed the support more. Nick felt them both shaking, trembling, Brian's muffled words lost as he hugged him harder.

"Nick! Nick, let go of Brian!" shouted AJ, yanking on his arm. "You're hurting him!"

Shocked, Nick let go of Brian instantly. Brian's face was pale, his mouth contorted in pain. Leaning heavily onto the edge of the table, Brian waved off their alarmed looks.

"Just give me a second," he said weakly.

AJ nodded, watching him like a hawk, ready to catch him if he fell. He nervously glanced at the closed door, knowing that Kevin was doing his best to keep Xavier occupied but not sure how long that would last. Reaching out, AJ placed a hesitant hand on Brian’s shoulder.

"Bri, are you okay?"

Brian stiffened at his touch, straightening up. "Yeah, fine, just great. Couldn’t be better!" he snapped. "How about you?"

Stung by the harshness in Brian’s voice, AJ pulled his hand away and took a step back.

Nick spoke up. "Brian, listen to me. We finally figured what’s been going on. Kevin, Howie, AJ, me, we all know. We found out about Xavier…."

"Wow, I’m amazed you could figure it out."

Desperate for relief, Brian sarcastically cut Nick off. He wiped the sweat from his forehead with an unsteady hand, wondering how long it would take to locate Xavier and the pills. Shaking from the pain, he gave a contemptuous laugh.

"Hey, it’s not because I always looked and acted half-dead, right? The bruises and cuts couldn’t have possibly tipped you off, could they?"

He glanced down at his watch, trying to remember how long it had been since he had taken a pain pill. Damn Xavier for not giving him another! He looked up to see the stunned expression on Nick and AJ’s face then glanced longingly at the door.

"That’s it," announced AJ firmly, forgetting about their plan when he saw Brian trembling. "Come on, I’m taking you to the hospital."

AJ’s statement shocked Brian out of his insolence and he retreated, backing away from AJ’s outstretched arm.

"No," he whispered. "Please, no. No hospital. I…I just need some pain pills. I’ll be okay once I get some." Brian turned pleadingly to Nick when he saw AJ shaking his head, unconvinced.

"You don’t understand! I only need a few more days. Just a few. Then Xavier’s gone. He promised. He promised." Brian knew was babbling but he couldn’t stop, grabbing Nick in desperation. "Nick, come on! All he wants is the money. That’s all! Just the money. Then he’ll be gone. Please."

"Well, he’s not gonna get it, Rok," explained AJ calmly. "We had the bank freeze your account. Xavier can’t touch it."

Brian froze at the announcement, stunned. Hardly believing AJ, he turned to see Nick nodding his head. Oh God, if what they’re saying is true… a wave of pain flowed up and down his spine and Brian winced, reminding him vividly of the merciless beating he had endured because of their decision.

He spun on them both, livid. "Who said you could do that? Do you have any idea what you just did?" Grabbing at his shirt, Brian raised it up past his shoulders, ignoring their shocked looks as he turned once around to give them full view. "Courtesy of Xavier," he spat, pulling his shirt back into place. "Just a little present because he wasn’t able to get his money." Exhausted and in pain, Brian lowered his voice, sounding defeated. "Nick, he was going to leave, take the money and leave. He was going to stay in Mexico. He wasn’t coming back."

Nick could barely stand to hear the hurt in Brian's voice, the misery, knowing that their hasty scheme had backfired, causing him so much suffering. It also took all he had not to gasp out loud when he saw Brian's injuries, stunned by the massive and ugly bruises.

Determined that Brian was not going to suffer one minute more, Nick shook his head firmly. "Bri, AJ's right. We need to get you to a hospital. You'll be okay, now. Xavier can't harm you anymore. We're here."

A sharp, cynical laugh escaped from Brian, his blue eyes dark. "You just don't get it, do you? Xavier won't stop until he gets his money." He sucked in his breath, trying to ignore a sudden stab of pain. "He doesn't care who's in his way. If he has to kill you, he will."

AJ frowned at him, stubborn. "Brian, we can stop him, I know it."

"Knowing and actually doing it are two different things, Bone!"

Brian wasn't sure how much longer he could stand and argue; his knees felt weak, his back throbbing in earnest. "Well I'm not willing to bet anyone's life on it. All I want is for Xavier to get his money. He'll leave, I'm sure of it. It's what he planned to do in the first place!"

AJ snorted in disbelief and Brian grew tired of trying to convince him, wanting to scream in frustration and pain. Gathering up what little strength he had left, he narrowed his eyes, his mouth set into a firm line. "I've come this far," he said, trying to keep his voice steady. "I can wait two more days. And so can you." He turned to leave, feeling a fine thread of panic beginning to envelop him. He needed to find Xavier right now, knowing it wouldn't be long before he would be crawling on his knees from the pain.

Nick's fingers wrapped around Brian's arm, forcing him to stop. "Brian, X is never gonna let you go," he stated, his voice low. Nick saw a quick flicker of fear in his eyes before Brian stared down at the hand that was clenching him tightly.

"Nick, let go."

Brian felt the slow release from his arm and began to back away carefully, heading for the door. " Stay away from me," he warned. "Don't get involved. If you really want to help me, just stay the hell away."

Nick looked at AJ in disbelief and then turned back, only to catch the fleeting form of Brian running down the hall.

He hung his head in despair.

CHAPTER EIGHTY-SIX – CONFUSION

It took all of his willpower to concentrate on what Sam was saying while at the same time trying to discreetly watch Xavier. Tensing up whenever the bodyguard spoke, Kevin kept himself as distant as he could from Xavier, not completely confident of his own ability to mask his feelings. He sighed inwardly, wanting badly to know how AJ and Nick were faring with Brian but knew he'd just have to wait and find out later.

Sam seemed to be doing a pretty good job at keeping Xavier busy, posing all sorts of questions to him and the other bodyguard, Eric. Kevin sneaked a quick glance at his watch as the three rounded the corner ahead of him, trying to gauge how much time Nick and AJ needed. He bumped right into Xavier, who had halted abruptly in front of him and Kevin looked up, startled.

"Oh, sorry about…," he blurted out then stopped, his voice fading as he saw Brian standing next to Xavier. His cousin's face was flush, his eyes too bright and Kevin had to stop himself from asking frantically what was wrong. Xavier knew though. With a special smile he fished out a small bottle, shaking two pills out. Brian impatiently snatched them from his hand and swallowed them whole, closing his eyes. When he opened them a second later, he looked directly into Kevin's eyes, daring him, challenging him to pass judgment.

Knowing Xavier's eyes were upon him, Kevin shrugged indifferently, as if bored by the whole interruption. Inside, his mind was screaming. What was Brian doing here? Where were AJ and Nick? What could have possibly happened in that short amount of time?

He listened carefully as Brian told Xavier in no uncertain terms that he wanted to leave. The bodyguard nodded and turned to Sam, his eyebrows raised in question. "Need me for anything else?" Xavier didn't give Sam time to object. "No? Okay. Guess I'll take Brian back to the hotel." He slapped a heavy hand onto Brian's shoulder and Kevin watched his cousin wince as they walked away.

Throwing Sam a concerned look, Kevin quickly turned and shouted, "Hold up!" Xavier and Brian twisted their heads to see Kevin hurrying to catch up with them. "I need a ride to the hotel too," he informed them bluntly and walked ahead of them, opening the exit door with a flourish. He ignored Brian's peculiar stare and smiled grimly to himself, vowing to find out once they reached the hotel just what the hell had happened.

* * * * * * * * *

AJ grabbed Nick and hauled him back, keeping him from running after Brian. "Don't!" he said harshly, shaking his head. "Brian is in too much pain. Let him go. We can find him later."

"But.…," began Nick, his head turning frantically from AJ to Brian as he watched his friend disappear around a corner.

"Nick! I said let him go! If you follow him, he'll only get angrier!"

Nick ran his hand through his hair, spinning on his heel in frustration. "God, AJ! What the hell are we going to do?"

AJ closed his eyes in resignation. "I don't know." He followed Nick out of the conference room and stopped for a second to put his glasses on. "Let's go find someone to take us to the hotel. We gotta talk to D."

* * * * * * * * *

Brian could sense the slight aggravation in Xavier's attitude as he drove them to the hotel, but was too tired to give it much thought. All he wanted to do right now was to make it to the hotel and sleep for about a hundred years. Sleep. It had such a soothing, alluring appeal, something he thought about constantly. It offered everything he wanted. No pain, no fear, no nothing. Glancing at Xavier's coat pocket, Brian felt a flush of anger surging through him, resentful that he had complete control over the pain killers. Brian wondered how many Xavier still had, how many it would take to guarantee no more pain, ever. A dull throb pulsated down his back and jolted Brian out of his daydream, slightly shocked at where his thought process was going. Was he thinking about himself or Xavier? Did he wish it was him or the bodyguard that was dead? Dismayed and shocked at how the medication warped his thinking, his pressed his lips together tightly, vowing to wean himself off the pills, regardless of how desperately he wanted them. He needed to be thinking clearly for the next few days. Just a few more days and then this nightmare would be over. He could last till then. He must. He would.

* * * * * * * * * *

Kevin kept his face turned towards the window, his elbow propped on the armrest, his hand covering his mouth as if casually contemplating the passing scenery. Instead, his mind was racing, screaming with worry, trying without success to figure just what had happened back at the arena. The plan had seemed so simple, so perfect. Find Brian. Convince Brian. Save Brian. End of story. Only everything had exploded into one big mess. Not only did it look like AJ and Nick were unsuccessful, Brian's wild-eyed plea to leave only confused things further. And what the hell had Xavier given Brian? He had seen Xavier's knowing little smile, had known that Brian frantically wanted the pills. Was Brian addicted? Is that how X had control over him? Through drugs? Kevin shook his head. There was more to it than just that. Much more. But what exactly?

Kevin turned his gaze away from the window to glance at his cousin. Brian seemed asleep, something for which Kevin was grateful for. He wanted Brian to get all the rest he could cause as soon as they reached the hotel he was going to get to the bottom of this, once and for all.

* * * * * * * * * *

Nick felt AJ slap him on the arm, pointing down the hallway to where the rest of their bodyguards stood. He nodded, following the smaller singer over to where they were, his mind playing over and over again what had happened just moments before. He was still in a state of disbelief, in complete shock over Brian's appearance and behavior. He had been so sure, so positive that everything would be all right once they reached Brian that it never dawned on him that things might not turn out as planned. Everything had exploded in his face, gone so wrong, so horribly wrong that it took all he had not to cry out in despair when he saw Brian's chest. He felt like breaking down right then and there when he realized what Brian had suffered because of their stupidity with the accountants. Now, Brian didn't want to have anything to do with them and rightfully so. Nick knew he had been no help to Brian at all, in fact he had only exasperated the situation further to the point where he felt like a complete failure. Nick wondered if he could ever again redeem himself in Brian's eyes, to make up for all the mistakes, the grief he had knowingly and unknowingly caused. A bitterness so intense, so deep overwhelmed him that it took the excited shouts of crew members and the soft boom of a crash a few yards away to snap him out of it. Nick looked over to see a portable cart, filled with sound equipment scattered over the floor, an excited stagehand yelling defiantly that it wasn't his fault. Nick eyed the young man curiously, a slim, weasely type of person that had recently hired on. Nick had heard some strange rumors, some wild gossip floating around about him but had shrugged it off, not really interested at the time. Now as he studied the red-faced youth more closely, and idea began to form and suddenly he was interested. Very interested indeed.

CHAPTER EIGHTY-SEVEN - AT THE HOTEL

Well this is just fucking great!

AJ threw his bags down in disgust, wondering where the hell everyone was. Nick had bailed out on him at the last moment, staying behind to talk to a creepy little stagehand, saying he would see him later at the hotel. Shaking his head, AJ had gone around the arena, searching for Kevin and Brian, unable to find either until his bodyguard informed him that they had left with Xavier. The hotel concierge was no help at all, shrugging his shoulders politely when asked about Howie's whereabouts. Irritated, AJ repeatedly phoned Howie's room only to have the answering machine pick up every time. Pounding on Howie's door had produced no results and so AJ resignedly returned to his room, ordered room service, and as he waited for his food to arrive, contemplated on what to do next.

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Hands stuffed in his back pockets, Les shifted nervously from one foot to another, looking at Nick in disbelief. Taken aback when the young Backstreet Boy had approached him, Les was even more surprised by his request and by the fact that Nick knew exactly who to ask. "You sure?" Les questioned, scanning the area to see if anyone was eavesdropping.

"Yeah, I'm sure."

Les perked up, interested. "It's not that easy to get, ya know."

Nick knew a scam artist when he saw one and leaned over to whisper. "Well, if that's the case, maybe I should just go ask someone else." He emphasized the last two words by shifting his eyes towards the other crew hands.

Les nodded, catching Nick's meaning. "Nah. You came to the right place. I can do it." A small smirk began to form. "It's gonna cost you."

Nick matched Les's smirk with one of his own. "Like I'm really worried about that. Just do it, okay?" Fishing out his wallet, he pulled several bills, shoving them into Les's hand. "And hurry."

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Xavier slammed the car brutally into park, the car shuddering to a stop. Brian dozed on, oblivious that they had arrived and Kevin frowned inwardly, wondering for a moment what to do as Xavier exited the car and began to unloaded the trunk. With a tentative hand he reached over and gently shook Brian on the shoulder.

"Brian, Brian, wake up." He shook a little harder. "Wake up. We're here." No response. With his heart beating a little faster, Kevin hopped out and yanked open the front passenger door, reaching in to catch Brian before he slumped over. "Brian! Jesus! Wake up!" He hoped Xavier couldn't hear the panic in his voice, glancing worriedly at Xavier who was talking to a bellhop. Brian moaned and tried to swat Kevin's hand away, mumbling an incoherent reply. Relieved that his cousin was stirring, Kevin grabbed him by the arm, forcing Brian to look up at him. "Brian, come on, man. Get out of the car." Helping him out, Kevin held him steady as Brian blinked several times, his hand shielding his eyes against the bright sun.

"Okay… all right. Jeez, wait a sec," Brian grumbled, trying to shrug off Kevin's supportive grip but gave up when he felt Kevin's fingers wrapping tighter around him.

Clutching Brian securely, Kevin noticed Xavier's shadow looming over them. He turned to gaze at the bodyguard, setting his face into an exasperated expression. "X, looks like Brian is having some trouble here. Go and get our rooms confirmed and we'll meet you at the elevators." Kevin almost backed down when he saw the frown forming on the large man's face. Gritting his teeth, Kevin held firm, trying his best to look annoyed. "Go on. I can manage this." With an inner sigh of relief, Kevin watched Xavier pushed the heavy glass doors open, entering the lobby.

Brian sagged in his arms and Kevin struggled to keep him upright. "Brian!" Kevin switched his grip. "Shit! Brian, stand up. That's it. Come on." He helped him over to the covered breezeway, eying the surrounding area, glad that they had arrived earlier than expected. Except for a few curious glances, nobody had recognized them. Brian looked up at Kevin, rubbing his red-rimmed eyes with the heel of his hand.

"What is God's name did you take?" Kevin asked worriedly, his voice harsher than he intended.

"None of your business. In fact, do me a favor and leave me the hell alone."

Kevin dropped his hand away from Brian, shocked by the bitterness in his voice. Huh? What the …didn't Nick and AJ explain things to him?

"Brian, listen. I don't think you understand. Me, the guys, we know what's been going on! We all know about Xavier. We're gonna help you."

Brian gave him a furious glare, then struggled over to the hotel entry wall to lean against it for support. "No, you don't understand. I don't need your help. I don't want your help. I've had more than enough of your help already."

Kevin walked over, his green eyes filled with a mixture of exasperation and concern. "Brian, why are you acting this way? What's the matter?"

Brian cocked his head to one side, his blue eyes flashing with resentment. "What's the matter?" he mimicked sarcastically. "What's the matter? What makes you think anything is wrong?" His voice began to rise. "And why the sudden interest now, Kevin? You never cared before."

Brian pushed agitatedly away from the wall and they both winced simultaneously; Brian from the sudden movement, Kevin from the fury in his cousin's voice. Glancing for a second into the lobby, Kevin saw that Xavier was almost finished signing some papers at the reception desk. He turned to see the exhaustion on his cousin's face and realized now was not the time to argue. Reaching in for Brian's arm again, Kevin gave him a no-nonsense look.

"Come on. Let's go inside."

He ushered Brian in, letting go when he felt Brian yank angrily away from him. They stood by the elevators in silence, neither willing to look at one another. With a deep sigh, Kevin watched as Xavier came towards them, noticing that the bodyguard was glancing down at one of the room's entry cards. A slight shock ran through him. He's memorizing Brian's room number! During the meeting, Sam had given specific instructions that everyone was responsible for their own entry cards; that from now on no master cards were to be given out, even to security. Kevin remembered the tight look on Xavier's face as the bodyguard objected but Sam had cut him off, stating that room safety wasn't an issue and that there were more pressing security problems to address.

Startled into action, Kevin reached out with a bored hand, faking impatience as he waited for Xavier to hand over the cards. "Say Xavier, I can't seem to find my pager. I think I might have left it the car. Go have a look, okay?" He saw Xavier stiffen, knowing that the bodyguard wanted to accompany them to their rooms. Sam, in his infinite wisdom, had situated the bodyguards on a different floor, citing that he was unable to find adjoining rooms.

Kevin hurried on, not waiting for Xavier's reply. "Thanks. And, oh, if you find it, you can just give it to me tomorrow." Hearing the chime of the elevator door, he scooped up his small duffel bag, then Brian's and steered Brian into the steel enclosure. Just before the doors closed, Kevin nodded curtly, enjoying the frustration on Xavier's face. "See ya."

* * * * * * * * * * * * *

Howie ran a nervous hand through his hair as he strode down the hallway, impatient to find out what was happening. He had been late getting back to the hotel, making a few stops around town with his bodyguard before returning. Pleasantly surprised at Tucson’s laid back attitude, he was quickly able to find what he needed and with little hassle. It didn't hurt that he also spoke Spanish, noticing a large majority of the population were Spanish-speaking.

He rapped on AJ's door then shook his head in exasperation when he realized it was ajar. Pushing the door open he saw AJ reclining on his bed, finishing what looked like the remains of dinner.

"Save some for me?" Howie quipped, coming over to inspect.

AJ snorted. "Don't I always?" He pointed with his knife at a covered serving dish then sat up straighter, criss-crossing his legs. "Where the hell were you? I've been searching all over!"

Howie shrugged, his mouth full. "Had to do a few things," he mumbled.

"You and Nick," groused AJ.

Howie looked up. "He's not here?"

AJ rubbed his face tiredly and glanced at his watch. "Nope. And neither is Kev or Brian. At least, I don't think they're here."

Grabbing a napkin, Howie wiped his hands. "So, how did it go? What happened after I left?"

"You want the bad news or the bad news?"

"AJ, quit joking around. What's going on?"

AJ jumped up and began to restlessly pace the room. "I'm not joking. Everything is totally fucked up, D. After you left, Nick and I confronted Bri about what we knew. He was furious at us."

Howie paused, his fork suspended in mid air. "What? Furious?"

"Yeah, told us to butt out. Said he didn't need our help, that we had only screwed things up for him." AJ sighed heavily. "And we did."

Not liking the tone in his friend's voice, Howie put his fork down on his plate and looked up questioningly.

"That brilliant idea of closing Brian's bank account backfired, big time. X was trying to make a withdrawal and it rejected." AJ turned away from Howie for a moment then turned to face him again, his face bitter. "Seems like Xavier was going to make one last withdrawal and then leave, disappear for good. When the bank refused the request X totally lost it. He beat the crap outta Brian."

Howie was too shocked to notice that his plate had slid from his lap, falling to the floor. His eyes met AJ's in horror and AJ nodded grimly.

'I saw it, D. I saw it. Brian pulled up his shirt. God, there were bruises everywhere! I don't know how he managed to survive a beating like that! It was horrible."

Howie sucked his breath in with a sharp hiss, glad he hadn't been there to witness it. "You should of taken him to a hospital, AJ!"

"I wanted to! Nick wanted to! Brian refused. Pleaded with us to give him a few more days and then Xavier would be gone."

Howie snorted in sarcasm. "Right, and you believe that?"

AJ stopped his pacing to turn and face Howie. "Yeah, I do. Xavier didn't have to come back. He could of left after he beat up Brian, but he came back. Remember what Nick said? That X isn't done with Brian? Xavier wants to try and get his money one more time."

Howie sagged in his seat and closed his eyes for a moment. "And do we let him?"

"Damn straight we do. I want that fucker outta of here once and for all. If it takes more money, so be it. I'm not willing to risk Brian's life again, are you?"

Howie shook his head and looked up at AJ, a mixture of resignation, defeat and anger framed in his brown eyes. "No, I'm not."

* * * * * * * * * *

If the silence between them at the elevators was painful, the ride up the elevators was downright unbearable. Kevin desperately wanted the chance to talk, to help, to make amends; hell, anything if only Brian would let him. But, by the way he was slumped against the side of the elevator, avoiding direct eye contact, Kevin knew that Brian was not going to give him that chance.

He fingered his room entry card, glancing down to read the number. 2481. Tilting his head slightly, Kevin examined the card Brian held. 2441. 2441. Brian's room number, the one Xavier had memorized. Kevin stared thoughtfully at Brian's number for a moment, then at his. The soft chime of the elevator announced its opening and Kevin grabbed a hold of Brian's shoulder, stopping him from exiting. "Here, this is yours." Kevin held out 2481. Reaching for Brian's, he quickly swapped cards.

Brian frowned then gave in when he saw the look on Kevin's face, too tired to argue. Taking the card he slowly tread down the hallway, looking for his hotel door, wondering if he had the strength to even open it.

* * * * * * * * * * * *

Hearing a couple of sharp taps, AJ strode over to the door and let Nick in, giving him a curious stare.

"About time," he grumbled. "What the hell was so important that you had to stay and talk to that little piss ant instead of coming with me?"

Nick shrugged nonchalantly, studiously ignoring AJ's heated question as he viewed the room service cart before him.

"Hey, didn't you order anything for me?"

"No, I didn't order anything for you," AJ replied, mimicking Nick's hurt tone. He reached over and plucked a menu from the cart and tossed it impatiently to him. "Here. Order yourself, you big baby."

Nick raised his eyebrows exaggeratedly at AJ. "Whoa, what crawled up your ass and died?"

"You mean besides your irritating whining?"

Nick glared at him. "Yeah! And I'm sure there's been more interesting things than that stuck up there."

AJ threw him a sneer. "Fuck you, Nick."

"Really?" Nick glanced down pointedly at AJ's crotch. "With what?"

Howie quickly jumped in between them. "Okay, stop!" he barked, holding his hands out in either direction, amazed at their sudden hostility. "Just stop. What's the matter with you two?"

AJ was the first to break eye contact with Nick, embarrassed by his sudden anger. "I…I don't know," he muttered, turning away. "Sorry Nick. I'm sorry." He waved a hand miserably. "Things. Things are bothering me, ya know?"

Nick relaxed, understanding all too well AJ's vague explanation. Things. Some things. Everything. They were all beginning to crack under the pressure, a small but significant break that was causing them to snap at each other at the smallest of incidents.

"It's okay. I'm sorry too." In a hurry to change the subject, Nick looked at Howie. "Did AJ fill you in about Brian?"

"Yeah."

"All right. Good. So you know. Has anybody seen Brian? Is he here?" Nick looked back and forth between AJ and Howie. "We still gotta talk to him, see how he's doing."

Howie frowned, shaking his head. "I haven't seen him. Neither has AJ. Lets go track Kevin down, see what he knows." Picking his fallen dinner plate up off the ground, Howie tossed it away and then opened the door for the other two, all three exiting in a hurry, eager to locate the oldest Backstreet Boy.

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