CHAPTER 19: CAPTAIN ON ICE
(LORAIN’S POV)
The Northlake Sports Complex was an intimidating fortress of steel, concrete, and frosted glass.
Even from thirty yards away in the marble concourse, you could feel the icy draft creeping under the double doors. The heavy, rhythmic thrum of bass music echoed from the internal speakers, punctuated by the sharp, metallic crunch of skates chewing through fresh ice and the violent thud of bodies slamming into plexiglass.
I clutched the heavy leather document folder against my ribs, taking a slow, steadying breath.
Just drop off the approved vendor contracts and leave, I told myself. You do not need to look at him. You do not need to think about that anonymous text.
The text sat on my phone screen like a unexploded bomb. Ask Saviour why his father
