Mason
I've never trusted anything that comes too easily, which is probably why I was the first one to start actually digging into who'd been feeding Damien information instead of just standing around getting angry about it.
I called a meeting the morning after the practice incident, just the six of us, no Monica, no coaching staff, nobody who might have a reason to perform for an audience instead of speaking plainly. We met in the empty film room down the hall from the locker room, the kind of space nobody used unless they had game tape to review, which made it about as private as anything got around here anymore.
"Somebody's talking," I said, once the door was shut. "Damien knew about the closed practice. He knew about the charity event before it was public. That's not luck. That's a s
