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Cocking his brow, Rector looked at me. “The deal is so big that we can’t supply enough oil.”
Impressed, I nodded. “Wow. How many barrels are we talking about here?”
“More than all our other clients combined.”
“Why don’t you get in on the deal?” Bishop said. “Talk to your father about it. We got a great price, and the profits are going to be through the roof.”
“So, that explains why you’re both coming back to SAU.”
Rector nodded. “We’ll go back soon enough.”
“But...?” I said, sensing that there was more.
He looked pointedly at me. “Someone is sabotaging the Saints.”
I nodded. “Yeah. I know.”
“We need to find out who’s behind it,” he went on.
“We think that it might be easier to find out who’s behind all this crap if we’re not on campus,” Bishop added. “So, while we’re eager to get back there, we think it’s best to hang back a bit.”
“The fact that we’re not in the Saints’ house gives us more freedom of movement,” Rector added.
“I see what you mean,” I said.
“Hey!” Rector suddenly let out as he held his phone up. “Fuck the movie. There’s a game on. Chiefs against the Jaguars.”
“Cool,” Bishop said. “I wasn’t really in the mood for a movie.”
Rector brought the football game to the larger than life screen.
“Shit,” Bishop grunted. “I can almost feel the pain of that tackle, the guys are so big.”
“It’s almost as good as being there,” Rector said as he eyed the screen with a grin.
“I’d say it’s even better than being there,” I argued. “You’re not going to get this perspective from the stands. I mean, it’s practically like being with them on the field.”
“Ooh,” Bishop let out as the quarterback was tackled to the ground. “That’s going to hurt.”
We watched the game, commenting on virtually every play. By halftime, we’d finished our sandwiches and Rector got up to go to the cupboard at the back of the room and came back with bags of popcorn, chips, and pretzels.
“I’m glad you called me out here,” I said as I grabbed a bag of chips. “This is the break that I needed.”
“Things are tense at the house?”
I nodded. “Tense isn’t even the word, really. Things are... strange, strained... uncomfortable... all of that mixed up together.”
“What about the Hunters?” Rector said, his eyes narrowed in anticipation of my answer. “How are things going with them?”
“They’re eating it up,” I said. “I met with Dex and his amusing little senior Hunters the other day. They’re convinced that I wanted to see the two of you thrown off campus.”
Rector grinned while Bishop stared into his bag of popcorn.
“You play a convincing part, Deacon,” Rector said.
“I do my best.” I shot him a proud and arrogant glance, keeping a tight hold on the character I was playing.
“Anyway,” Bishop interjected. “You sure had me going. I really thought you were mad at us. Fuck football. You should be in the movies, man.”
