Page 23 of Twisted Play (Cruel Games #1)

EVA

My phone buzzed, and I ignored it. Then again. And again. Surreptitiously, I pulled the burner phone out of my purse.

The Devil

Tick Tock.

When am I going to get those files?

You’ll regret making me wait.

“Everything okay, Eva?” Dr. Parker’s warm voice slid over me.

My face must have shown my disquiet, and I quickly schooled it into impassivity. “Just my dad,” I lied, “letting me know he’s leaving dinner out for me.”

Dad was doing better—he’d gotten a job down at the docks, working under the table for the mafia—but he wouldn’t be cooking for me, that was for damn sure.

I slid my phone into my pocket.

Tonight, after practice, the team would clear out, and then I could slip into Alek’s informal office in the locker room and go through his files.

Please have paper files, I prayed.

No, that was ridiculous. I’d seen Alek flipping through paper files at his desk.

They had to be there.

They had to be.