CHAPTER TENHarrison
Tonight was round one of the playoffs. Game two, with four minutes to go in the game. The game was tied at 2–2.
Harrison skated towards the net, tapping his stick on the ground. “Morris, I’m open!”
One point, and they’d have this game in the bag. They were up 2–0 in the series.
“Hey, Dash!” Jones called. “Wanna go?”
Harrison brushed him off. There was no good reason to get into a scrum right now. He continued to focus on the play.
Sam slid the puck towards him, but as Harrison skated towards the puck, Jones stuck his stick out, tripping Harrison and sending him plummeting to the ice.
“What the hell?” Harrison yelled. He looked around, but there was no penalty called, and play continued. “Are you crazy, refs? He tripped me!”
Jones had the puck and was headed towa
