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The visitor’s locker room in Vancouver was cold. ​The air smelled of old sweat and synthetic cleaning wax. ​Rhys sat in his stall near the center wall, his gray training shirt damp. The game was three hours away, but the tension inside the team was already a physical pressure. ​Miller and Henderson, the two veteran defensemen, stood five feet away. They held a digital tablet, their faces serious and aggressive. ​"Keller," Miller said, his voice flat. "The Vancouver sports blogs just leaked an audio recording from your Chicago rehab sessions last year. You are heard telling the team doctors that the Seattle franchise is a marketing brand that doesn't understand hockey."

The weight of the platinum band on my left ring finger felt like an anchor, dragging down my entire arm, and no matter how hard I tried to tuck my hand into my lap, the diamond kept catching the harsh fluorescent lights, flashing a brilliant, blinding reminder of the absolute madness we had committed at two in the morning. "Thank you for joining us on such short notice, Kovacs, Vale," the General Manager, Arthur Ward, said, his voice dropping into a dry, corporate rumble as he gestured to the folder resting in front of him, the paper crinkling under his heavy hands. "I assume you’ve both seen the morning editions, the allegations from this 'insider' are gaining traction on social media, and

Those who were present knew this, just as those who watched the Live game on television, and I wondered how they had expected that they would get away with this. “The senior board members of the hockey game should be scrapped! They are full of bias!” “Sean Noble is one big mistake of a hockey player. I said this when he was awarded at that damn event and some of his loyal fans attacked me…now see!” “Give Chase Maddox, A.K.A Ice King, his well-deserved award!” “This isn’t right!”

Nina The hockey game ended early after the fight. As it turned out, the player who attacked Enzo was on steroids to be bigger and stronger, and he took too many of them. When Enzo scored a goal, the other player flew into a fit of rage. He had a seizure while I was tending to Enzo, but I heard from Tiffany that he turned out okay -- but he would be disqualified from participating in hockey for the rest of his time in university and was on probation at his school.

"What individuals under criminal investigation?" "Rose Miller and Derek Thompson," Jake said. "The FBI arrested them both this morning on federal charges. The entire hockey world knows about their conspiracy now, and you're considered guilty by association." "But I didn't know about any conspiracy," I protested. "I was manipulated just like everyone else." "That may be true, but it doesn't matter," Jake said bluntly. "The perception is that you were involved with criminals who manipulated the sport. No team wants that kind of liability."

The terms are officially canceled, Brad," I said, my voice echoing clearly in the quiet bar. Brad laughed, a loud, grating sound that made Knox flare his nostrils. "Oh, really? And who the hell are you to cancel anything? You’re a nobody junior employee, Santiago. I have photos on this phone that will get you blacklisted from the sports world by tomorrow morning. I have enough to make the NHL think you’re running a pill ring with Kingston’s junkie sister."

"One conversation. That's all I need. Thirty seconds with that piece of–" "And then what? Suspension? Expulsion? You want to hand Caleb exactly what he wants?" I spun around. The path was empty – just us and the streetlights and the sound of a party still thumping three blocks away. "You go back there and hit someone and you're the violent transfer again. That's the headline. That's all anyone remembers." "I don't care about headlines." "You should. Because I care about you playing hockey and staying enrolled and not giving Caleb ammunition to–"

Nora had pulled three student quotes, including one from a girl who’d been in the car during the DUI stop and was willing to speak on record about the culture of pressure around varsity athletes. Chris, the terrified sophomore, had fact-checked every claim against available public records and flagged two inaccuracies in Daria’s draft before I caught them. I looked at him across the desk. “Good catch,” I said. He smiled. First one I’d seen from him all morning. At ten a.m. we presented. Castillo, Hargrove, and Principal Walker sat in a row at the front table. Walker looked distinctly uncomfortable, which I took as a sign the scenario had been chosen to make him uncomfortable.

Twelve packs adopted similar frameworks within the following year, three more began the process. I presented the economic development report at the same session. Two years of work, of revenue modeling and partnership agreements and the expanded hockey franchise that had quietly become the most profitable thing the pack owned. The chamber voted to accept the report. Hammond voted against it. Hammond voted against everything we proposed, consistently enough that it had become almost reassuring. "He voted against the literacy initiative last month," Timothy told me on the drive home. "I know," I said. "I read the minutes." "He called it ideologically motivated," Timothy said.