NOVA
Sienna called at 10:47 PM on a Wednesday. I was on my couch with my laptop open and the HARRINGTON document on the screen, adding a note about Victor’s lunch and the expansion proposal, when her name lit up my phone.
I answered on the first ring. Sienna calling at 10:47 PM meant she was working. Sienna working at 10:47 PM meant she had something.
“Hey,” I said.
“I need to tell you something and I need you to not freak out.”
I closed the laptop. “That’s never a good opening.”
“I got a tip today.” Sienna’s voice had the focused, rapid quality it took on when she was deep into a story and her brain was running faster than her mouth. “From a source inside the league’s integrity office. Someone I’ve been building a relationship with for two years. He’s reliable. He doesn’t waste my t
