Kenner’s dojo was in a little industrial pocket off the strip, behind the Rio. When we arrived, an hour and fifteen minutes early, there was a young woman unlocking a security gate. I asked the cab driver to wait while the woman informed Cody in a nasal monotone that the shooting location for All American Fighter: The Next Generation had been moved to the Sands so they would have more space. “Good thing we came early!” Cody said, trying for upbeat, but looking very pale and anxious. It had all been building up to this. The cab dropped us in front of the Sands. Cody spotted a sign with the AAFC logo, the words TEAM KENNER and a big arrow. He immediately took off in that direction, pulling Hank and me along in his excited wake. His nervous energy was infectious. After several wrong turns, we eventually found the conference room we were looking for. Cody was way ahead of me, so I couldn’t see his face when we walked in, but I didn’t need to. His body language said it all.
