He screeched to a stop at the corner of Belmont and Waveland, the van’s front wheel bumping up onto the curb. The Universal Brotherhood chapterhouse looked like it had once been a four-plex movie theater, with two floors of offices above the main level. The marquee was still in place. "The Universal Brotherhood," it declared, "Come in and find the power of Belonging." (Yeah, right. Falcon thought.) The front doors were closed, and most of the lights were off. But what else could you expect at two in the fragging morning?