Chapter Nineteen: Marcus Vance's Move

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Marcus Vance did not attend Ironbrook's practices unannounced as a rule — he preferred, Beckett had learned over four years, to make his appearances feel like scheduled events, occasions that demanded a certain gravity. So when he appeared at the arena Friday afternoon, standing at the glass during a routine drill session with no advance notice at all, Beckett knew immediately that something had shifted. "We need to talk," Marcus said, the moment Beckett skated over during a water break. "Now. Not after practice." Whitfield, noticing the exchange from across the ice, gave Beckett a small nod — permission to step away, an acknowledgment of exactly how much weight a conversation with Marcus Vance carried in this program's ecosystem. They walked to the empty stands, Marcus choosing a seat

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