"Perfect how," I said again, careful to keep my voice level even as my pulse kicked up hard.
"Just look." He turned the laptop toward me, screen glowing in the dim room, and clicked into a browser tab already loaded and waiting. "I was going down this whole track of old sports blogs, regional stuff, looking for anything more specific than Pruitt, and I found this."
The page is loaded. Some regional sports outlet's archive, the kind of half-abandoned site that probably hadn't been updated in years, the layout dated, the header banner faded from whatever year it had been designed in.
‘RISING STAR SIDELINED: LOCAL DEFENSEMAN'S CAREER CUT SHORT IN JUNIORS SHOWDOWN.’
I felt the blood leave my face before I'd even finished reading the headline.
"Check this out," Rhys said, scrolling, oblivi
