ChampionOfTheMorningStar
The lunatic Fringe
Neal shoved the card into his pocket. Harper was smart, just a number, if anyone got a hold of it they would just throw it out or if they were curious call it, probably to get a answering machine with a simple: 'Leave a message I'll get back to you'. Smart. Neal watched the Tarus pull up next to him and sighed. "Darn, I must have had too much wine with Moz, Didn't realize I had left my radius. Did I?" Neal gave a charming -but loose and semi probable tipsy- smile as he slid into the car.