When Gage saw Jack, one of the stadium’s security guards, lope across the field toward him, he knew something was up. The first thing that crossed his mind was that he’d received another letter, so being told Tim wanted to see him wasn’t a surprise. What he wasn’t expecting was to see two strangers dressed in suits sitting in Tim’s office. They both stood when he entered.
The man was tall, looked to be in his late fifties, about six two, with sandy blond hair, greying temples, and eyes that told you he was tougher than he appeared. Looking him over, the first thing Gage thought was bodyguard. He wasn’t overly muscular, but Gage knew enough from growing up with three brothers that looks could be deceiving.
bodyguardHis gaze fell on the woman. She looked to be around his age, twenty-six or
