C.’s podium when the supper club members arrived. Having decided to split up in order to better blend in with the rest of the crowd, James meandered around to the outskirts of the audience and fanned his eyes over the throng. It was easy to spot the barbecue teams, as they stood near the front and were once again wearing colorful aprons, shirts, and chef hats. The Marrow Men, who wore the matching chef hats covered with orange and yellow flames, were holding cans of beer. James stepped close enough to the group of three men that he was able to see that the red foam coolers keeping their beers cold were printed with the text, Bad to the Bone. Amused, James also noted that the team members were clearly men who spent a great deal of time outdoors, for the sun had tanned their skin to a light bronze or burned their foreheads, cheeks, and the ends of their noses a faint red. Their fourth team member, the man James suspected of being pale as a phantom, was nowhere in sight.
