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“Nothing. It’s a game that features mostly regulars, though like most of these things, anyone can show up. There’s a lot of trash-talking and arguing over calls, but no one remembers any incident involving blood spilled in the past year. Also no one remembers Greg Downing showing up.”
“Downing claimed that he went in disguise.”
“Yeah, like what? Fake mustache? Wig?”
Win said nothing.
“I personally talked to a guy named Mike Grenley. He’s like the commissioner of the Wallkill pickup games—knows everybody in town, selects the teams, brings a ball, keeps the score, that kind of thing. Total basketball nutjob. He’s a huge fan of Myron’s, by the way.”
“I’ll let Myron know.”
“Anyway, he says he would have recognized Greg Downing, even if Downing played with both his hands tied behind his back.”
“Mr. Grenley might have missed that night.”
“He says he hasn’t missed one since 2008 when he tore his meniscus.”
“Try pickup games in neighboring towns.”
“Already on it, boss.”
“What else?”
“You wanted me to do a deep dive into Greg Downing’s son Jeremy.”
Kabir, like everyone outside the very inner circle, had no idea that Jeremy Downing was Myron’s son. Only biologically, of course. It was important for Win, even in his own mind, to make that distinction. It made what Win was doing now feel slightly less like a betrayal to think of it that way.
“What did you find?”
“Here’s a summary,” Kabir said, handing him a sheet of paper. “I sent the entire file to your email.”
Win began to scan the text when he spotted the discrepancy. He was about to read more when Kabir touched him on the shoulder and said, “Whoa.”
Kabir stared wide-eyed at his phone.
“Whoa what?”
“We need to watch this pronto.”
Terese met Myron in the coffee shop across the street from where Jackie Newton was being held. She had a laptop open, and after Myron came through the door, she handed him one AirPod and put the other in her own ear.
“Sadie’s about to go live,” she said.
“But you don’t know what she’s going to say?”
Terese shook her head. “But my network would never go live unless she guaranteed something big.” Terese pushed the cup at him. “Black. Darkest roast.”
“I love you, you know.”
“You’re not so bad yourself.”
“Kelly Gallagher has a crush on you.”
“Really?”
Myron made a face. “Like you didn’t know.”
“I’m way older than Kelly Gallagher. It can’t work.”
