Chapter 25
Frank and Mark made their way out of the arena. Once outside Mark seemed to be leading the way to the football stadium, a short distance away from Crisler.
“Why are we going there?” Frank asked as he realized where his friend was taking him.
“You’ll see. Come on.”
They walked through one of the tunnels into the bowl and stood looking down on the playing field in the gathering dusk of the late April evening. Mark was next to Frank and laid a hand on his shoulder. Frank reached up and covered it with his own, grateful for his friend’s support.
“Look.” Mark pointed toward the Michigan side of the field opposite them. A lone figure sat on the players’ bench. Frank squinted into the deepening darkness, trying to make out who was sitting there.
“He wants to see you, to talk to y
