They called Coach Halloran from the bus and he answered on the second ring with the flat, wary tone of a man who'd learned over decades of coaching that a call this late on a Saturday was never good news.
"Kellan. Ashford. This better be an injury report."
"It's not an injury," Cole said, low, glancing around the crowded bus before lowering his voice further. "We need to meet with you first thing tomorrow. In person. It's important."
"Is this about the blog post?" Halloran's voice sharpened immediately, and Reese felt her stomach drop — of course he'd already seen it, of course someone had already forwarded it to him, because that was how these things worked, information moving faster than any of them could outrun it. "Because I've had three assistant coaches text me that link in the la
