PROLOGUE
If he had been a religious man, he would have thought it was a sign from God. If he had been a superstitious man, he would have thought it was a sign from a shaman. As it stood, he just thought it was too good to be true. He studied the note for a few more seconds then carefully ripped the paper into tiny pieces, dropping them into his lukewarm glass of beer. He stretched languidly in his lounge chair and accepted the fresh drink that seemed to materialize right before him. The open palm remained outstretched, hopeful for a generous tip. He peeked over the top of his sunglasses to glare ominously and the eager hand retracted immediately.
He settled more comfortably in his chair and took a long draw of his drink. His eye caught the shredded bits of paper, slowly sinking to the bottom of his discarded beer. Giving a snort of amazement, he shook his head, not quite believing his good luck.
They were here. Right here. In his own backyard. Unbelievable. Unfucking believable. He thought he'd have to go search for them, hunt for their whereabouts. Instead, they had come to him.
A small chuckle erupted from the back of his throat, turning into an outright cackle of wicked laughter. Xavier wiped the corner of his eyes with the back of his hand, thoroughly amused. The Backstreet Boys were back. Oh yeah. And he knew just where to find them.
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