The weekend had come and gone. Fortunately, Saturday was a bye week for Vermillion’s football team, so there was no game either at home or away. The news outlets had swarmed over the school, talking to the administration, the assistant coaches, and the players.
Steve and his family had kept reporters at bay, telling them Jase was recovering and couldn’t talk. Two things were happening behind the scenes: Steve’s father was writing a formal statement and Jase was coming off heavy pain killers.
“So your dad gets along with Jase?” Eric asked.
They were in the apartment’s kitchen with Jase and Steve’s dad in the living room, heads bent over a piece of paper on the plywood sheet that doubled as a coffee table.
“Yeah, they get along really well.” Steve stopped eating and sighed. “I think Jase
