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SEVEN

RILEY

SEPTEMBER

THREE MONTHS SINCE THE ACCIDENT

Coach

I’m done being nice.

Let’s try this again.

You’re still a member of my fucking team, Mitchell.

When I schedule a meeting, you’re expected to attend. I’m sick of coming to your apartment only to be told you’re out when I know for damn sure you haven’t left your building in fucking months.

Next Thursday. Noon. At the arena.

Do NOT make me track you down again.