⌕ Chapter 賂 Found for early readers ං Kindle Author Margaret Peterson Haddix ᠂ ⌕ Chapter 賂 Found for early readers ං Kindle Author Margaret Peterson Haddix ᠂ CHAPTER 1Eight months ago, I watched my fathers coffin being lowered into the ground Today I was watching it being dug back up.My uncle Myron stood next to me Tears ran down his face His brother was in that coffinno, strike that, his brother was supposed to be in that coffina brother who supposedly died eight months ago, but a brother Myron hadnt seen in twenty years.We were at the Bnai Jeshurun Cemetery in Los Angeles It was not yet six in the morning, so the sun was just starting to rise Why were we here so early Exhuming a body, the authorities had explained to us, upsets people You need to do it at a time of maximum privacy That left late at nightuh, no thank youor very early in the morning.Uncle Myron sniffled and wiped his eye He looked as though he wanted to put his arm around me, so I slid a little farther away I stared down at the dirt Eight months ago, the world had held such promise After a lifetime of traveling overseas, my parents decided to settle back in the United States so that I, as a sopho in high school, would finally have real roots and real friends.It all changed in an instant That was something I had learned the hard way Your world doesnt come apart slowly It doesnt gradually crumble or break into pieces It can be destroyed in a snap of the fingers.So what happened A car crash.My father died, my mother fell apart, and in the end, I was made to live in New Jersey with my uncle, Myron Bolitar Eight months ago, my mother and I came to this very cemetery to bury the man we loved like no other We said the proper blessings We watched as the coffin was lowered into the ground I even threw ceremonial dirt on my fathers grave.It was the worst moment of my life.Stand back, please.It was one of graveyard workers What did they call someone who worked in a graveyard Groundskeeper seemed too tame Gravedigger seemed too creepy They had used a bulldozer to bring up most of the dirt Now these two guys in overallslets call them groundskeepersfinished with their shovels.Uncle Myron wiped the tears from his face Are you okay, Mickey I nodded I wasnt the one crying here He was.A man wearing a bow tie and holding a clipboard frowned and took notes The two groundskeepers stopped digging They tossed their shovels out the hole The shovels landed with a clank.Done one shouted Securing it now.They started shimmying nylon belts under the casket This took some doing I could hear their grunts of exertion When they finished, they both jumped out of the hole and nodded toward the crane operator The crane operator nodded back and pulled a lever.My fathers casket rose out of the earth.It had not been easy to arrange this exhumation There are so many rules and regulations and procedures I dont really know how Uncle Myron pulled it off He has a powerful friend, I know, who helped ease the way I think maybe my best friend Emas mother, the Hollywood star Angelica Wyatt, may have used her influence too The details, I guess, arent important The important thing was, I was about to learn the truth.You are probably wondering why we are digging up my fathers grave.Thats easy I needed to be sure that Dad was in there.No, I dont think that there was a clerical error or that he was put in the wrong coffin or buried in the wrong spot And, no, I dont think my dad is a vampire or a ghost or anything like that.I suspectand, yes, it makes no sense at allthat my father may still be alive.It particularly makes no sense in my case because I was in that car when it crashed I saw him die I saw the paramedic shake his head and wheel my fathers limp body away.Of course, I had also seen that same paramedic try to kill me a few days ago.Steady, steady.The crane began to swing toward the left.It lowered my fathers casket onto the back of a pickup truck His coffin was a plain pine box This, I knew, my father would have insisted upon Nothing fancy My father wasnt religious, but he loved tradition.After the coffin touched down with a quiet thud, the crane operator turned off the engine, jumped out, and hurried toward the man with the bow tie The operator whispered something in the mans ear Bow Tie looked back at him sharply The crane operator shrugged and walked away.What do you think that was about I asked.I have no idea, Uncle Myron said.I swallowed hard as we started toward the back of the pickup truck Myron and I stepped in unison That was a little weird Both of us are tallsix foot four inches If the name Myron Bolitar rings a bell, that could be because youre a basketball fan Before I was born, Myron was an All American collegiate player at Duke and then was chosen in the first round of the NBA draft by the Boston Celtics In his very first preseason gamethe first time he got to wear his Celtic green uniforman opposing player named Burt Wesson smashed into Myron, twisting my uncles knee and ending his career before it began As a basketball player myselfone who hopes to surpass his uncleI often wonder what that must have been like, to have all your hopes and dreams right there, right at your fingertips, wearing that green uniform you always dreamed would be yours and then, poof, it was all gone in a crash.Then again, as I looked at the casket, I thought that maybe I already knew.Like I said before, your world can change in an instant.Uncle Myron and I stopped in front of the coffin and lowered our heads Myron sneaked a glance at me He, of course, didnt believe that my father was still alive He had agreed to do this because I askedbegged, reallyand he was trying to bond with me by humoring my request.The pine casket looked rotted, fragile, as though it might collapse if we just looked at it too hard The answer was right there, feet in front of me Either my dad was in that box or he wasnt Simple when you put it that way.I moved a little closer to the casket, hoping to feel something My father was supposed to be in that box Shouldnt I I dont know feel something if that were the case Shouldnt there be a cold hand on my neck or a shiver down my spine I felt neither.So maybe Dad wasnt in there.I reached out and rested my hand on the lid of the casket.What do you think youre doing It was Bow Tie He had introduced himself to us as an environmental health inspector, but I had no idea what that meant.I was justBow Tie moved between my fathers casket and me I explained to you the protocol, didnt I Well, yes, I meanFor reasons of both public safety and respect, no casket can be opened on these premises He talked as if he were reading an SAT reading comprehension section out loud This county transport vehicle will bring your fathers casket to the medical examiners office, where it will be opened by a trained professional That is my job hereto make sure that we have opened the correct grave, to make sure the casket matches the public records on the person being exhumed, to make sure that all proper health measures have been taken, and finally to make sure that the transport goes smoothly and respectfully So if you dont mindI looked at Myron He nodded I slowly lifted my hand off the soggy, dirty pine I took a step back.Thank you, Bow Tie said.The crane operator was whispering now with a groundskeeper The groundskeepers face turned white I didnt like that I didnt like it at all.Is something wrong I asked Bow Tie.What do you mean I mean, whats with all the whispering Bow Tie started studying his clipboard as though it held some special answer.Uncle Myron said, Well I have nothing else to report at this time.What does that mean The groundskeeper, his face still white, started securing the casket with nylon belts.The casket will be at the medical examiners office, he continued That is all I can tell you at this time.Bow Tie moved to the cab of the pickup truck and slid into the passenger seat The driver started up the engine I hurried toward his window.When I asked.When what When will the medical examiner open the casket He checked his clipboard again, but it seemed as if it were just for show, as if he already knew the answer.Now, he said.CHAPTER 2We were at the medical examiners office, waiting for the casket to be opened, when my cell phone rang.I was all set to ignore the call The answer to the key question of my lifewas my father dead or alive was mere moments away.A phone call could wait, right Then again, I was just hanging around Maybe a phone call would be a welcome distraction I quickly checked the caller ID and saw it was my best friend Ema Emas real name is Emma, but she dresses all in black and has a bunch of tattoos, so some of the kids, way back when, considered her emo and then someone combined Emma with emo and cleverly Im being sarcastic when I say cleverly dubbed her Ema.Still, the name stuck.My first thought Oh no, something bad happened to Spoon Uncle Myron leaned over my shoulder and pointed out the caller ID Is that Angelica Wyatts daughter I frowned Like this was his business Yep.You two have become pretty tight.I frowned some Like this was his business Yep.I wasnt sure what to do here I could step away from my hovering uncle and answer it Uncle Myron could be pretty thick, but even hed get the message I held up the phone and said to him, Uh, do you mind What Oh, right Sure Sorry.I hit the answer button and said, Hey.Hey.I mentioned that Ema was my best friend We have only known each other a few weeks, but theyve been dangerous and crazy weeks, life affirming and life threatening weeks People could be friends a lifetime and not come close to the bond that had formed between us.Any word yet on the, uh Ema didnt know how to finish that sentence Neither did I.It could come at any time, I said Im at the medical examiners office right now.Oh, sorry I shouldnt have disturbed you.There was something in her tone that I didnt like I felt my heart leap into my throat.Whats wrong I asked Is this about Spoon Spoon was my second best friend, I guess Last time I saw him, he was lying in a hospital bed He had been shot, saving our lives, and it was now possible that hed never walk again I blocked that horrible thought nonstop I also dwelled on it nonstop.No, she said.Have you heard anything new No His parents arent letting me visit either.Spoons mom and dad had forbidden me from entering his room They blamed me for what happened Then again, so did I.So whats wrong I asked.Look, I shouldnt have called It isnt a big deal Really.Which only made me sure that whatever it was, it was a big deal Really.I was about to argue and insist she tell me why she had called, but Bow Tie came back into the room.Gotta go, I said to her Ill call you when I can.I hung up Myron and I stepped toward Bow Tie He had his head down, taking notes.Well Myron said.We should have the results in a few moments.I realized that I had been holding my breath I let it out now Then I asked, What was all that whispering about Pardon At the cemetery With the guys digging and the one operating the bulldozer.Oh, he said That.I waited.Bow Tie cleared his throat The groundskeepersso, okay, thats what they were callednoted that the casket felt a little He looked up as though searching for the next word.After three seconds that felt like an hour passed, I said, Felt a little what And then he said it Light.Myron said, As in weight Well, yes But they were wrong.That didnt make any sense They were wrong about the casket feeling light Yes.How He lifted his clipboard, as if it could ward off attacks That is all I can say until I have the necessary paperwork.What necessary paperwork I have to go now.ButThe door opened behind me A woman in a business suit stepped into the room We all slowly turned and stared at her.The medical examiner is finished.And The woman looked left and then right, as though someone might be eavesdropping Please follow me, she said The medical examiner is ready to speak to you.CHAPTER 3Thank you for your patience Im Dr Botnick.I expected the medical examiner to look ghoulish or creepy or something Think about it Medical examiners deal with dead people all day They slice them open and try to figure out what killed them.But Dr Botnick was a tiny woman with an inappropriately happy smile and the kind of red hair that borders on orange Her office had been completely stripped of any sort of personality There was nothing personal in the entire roomno family photographs, for example, but then again, in a room filled with so much death, did people want to stare at images of her loved ones Her desk was bare except for a brown leather desk pad with matching letter tray empty , memo holder, pencil cup two pens and one pencil , and a letter opener The walls had diplomas, and nothing else.She kept smiling at us I looked at Myron He looked lost.Im sorry, she said Im not very good with people Then again, none of my patients complain She started laughing I didnt join in Neither did Uncle Myron She cleared her throat and said, Get it Got it, I said.Because my patients, well, theyre dead.Got it, I said again.Inappropriate, right My bad Truth Im a little nervous This is an unusual situation.I felt my pulse pick up speed.Dr Botnick looked over at Myron Who are you Myron Bolitar.So youd be Brad Bolitars brother Yes.Her eyes found mine And you must be his son Thats right, I said.She wrote something down on a sheet of paper Could you tell me the cause of death Car accident, I said.I see She jotted another note Usually when people request we exhume a body, it is because they wish to move burial grounds That isnt the case here, is it Myron and I both said no.Where is Kitty Hammer Bolitar Dr Botnick asked.Kitty Hammer Bolitar was my mother.Shes not here, Myron said.Well, yes, I can see that Where is she Shes indisposed, Myron said.Dr Botnick frowned Like in the bathroom No.Kitty Hammer Bolitar is listed as the wife and thus the next of kin, Dr Botnick continued Where is she She should be part of this.I finally said, Shes in a drug rehabilitation center in New Jersey.Again she met my eye I saw kindness there and maybe a little bit of pity There was a famous tennis player named Kitty Hammer I saw her in the US Open when she was only fifteen years old.A rock formed in my chest.Thats not relevant, Myron snapped.Yes, that was my mother At one point Kitty Hammer Bolitar had a chance of being one of the greatest female tennis players of all time, up there with Billie Jean King and the Williams sisters Then something happened that eventually ended her career She got pregnant.With me.Youre right, Dr Botnick said My apologies.Look, Uncle Myron said, is his body in there or not I watched her face for some kind of sign, but there was nothing Dr Botnick would have made a great poker player She turned her attention to me Is that why youre here Yes, I said.To find out if your father is in the right casket I said yes again.Why do you think your father wouldnt be in there How could I possibly explain it Dr Botnick looked at me as though she really wanted to help But even in my own head it sounded insane I couldnt tell her about the Bat Lady, who may be Lizzy Sobek, the Holocaust hero everyone thought had died in World War II I couldnt tell her about the Abeona Shelter, the secret society that rescued children, and how Ema, Spoon, Rachel, and I had risked our lives in its service I couldnt tell her about that creepy paramedic with the sandy hair and green eyes, the one who took my father away and then, eight months later, tried to kill me.Who would believe such crazy talk Uncle Myron saw me squirm in my seat The reasons are confidential, he said, trying to come to my rescue Would you please just tell us what you found in the casket Dr Botnick started chewing on the end of her pen We waited.Finally, Myron tried again Is my brother in the casket, yes or no She put the pen down on her desk and stood.Why dont you come with me and see for yourself CHAPTER 4We headed down the long corridor.Dr Botnick led the way The corridor seemed to narrow as we walked, as though the tiled walls were closing in on us I was about to move behind Myron, walking single file, when she stopped in front of a window.Wait here, please Dr Botnick poked her head in the door Ready From inside, a voice said, Give me two seconds.Dr Botnick closed the door The window was thick Wires crisscrossed inside of it, forming diamonds There was a shade blocking our view.Are you ready Dr Botnick asked.I was shaking We were here This was it I nodded Myron said yes.The shade rose slowly, like a curtain at a show When it was all the way upwhen I could see clearly into the roomit felt as though seashells had been pressed against my ears For a moment, no one moved No one spoke We just stood there.What the The voice belonged to Uncle Myron There, in front of us, was a gurney And resting on the gurney was a silver urn.Dr Botnick put a hand on my shoulder Your father was cremated His ashes were put in that urn and buried It isnt customary, but its not all that unusual either.I shook my head.Myron said, Are you telling us that there were only ashes in that casket Yes.DNA, I said.Pardon Can you run a DNA test on the ashes I dont understand Why would I do that To confirm that they belong to my father.To confirm Dr Botnick shook her head That technology doesnt exist, Im sorry.I looked at Myron There were tears in my eyes Dont you see I said.See what Hes alive.Myrons face turned white In the corner of my eye I could see Bow Tie heading down the corridor toward us.Mickey , Myron began.Someone is covering their tracks, I insisted We wouldnt cremate him.Im afraid thats not true.It was Bow Tie He held up a sheet of paper.Whats that I asked.This is an authorization to have the body of Brad Bolitar cremated per the legal requirements for the State of California It is all on the up and up, including the notarized signature of the next of kin.Uncle Myron reached out for the sheet, but I grabbed it first I scanned to the bottom of the page.It had been signed by my mother.I could feel Myron reading over my shoulder.Kitty Hammer Bolitar had signed a lot of autographs during her tennis days Her signature was fairly unique with the giant K and the curl on the right side of the H. This signature had both.Its a forgery I shouted, though it didnt look like a forgery at all This has to be a fake.They all stared at me as though an arm had suddenly sprouted out of the middle of my forehead.It was notarized, Bow Tie said That means an independent person witnessed and confirmed that your mother signed it.I shook my head You dont understandBow Tie took the sheet back from me Im sorry, he said There is nothing we can do for you.CHAPTER 5Dead end.We sat in the airport and waited to board our flight home Uncle Myron frowned at his smartphone, concentrating a little too hard on the screen Mickey I looked at him.Dont you think its time you told me whats going on It was Uncle Myron deserved to know He had called in favors and put himself on the line He had, in a sense, earned my trust But there were other things to consider First of all, I had been warned than once by those in Abeona Shelter not to tell Myron I couldnt just ignore that advice.Secondand this was always front and centerI still blamed Myron for what happened to my parents When my mother got pregnant with me, Uncle Myron reacted badly to the news He didnt trust my mother He and my dad fought over it My parents ended up running away overseas and then coming back years later and then well, then it led to my dad being maybe dead and my mother being locked up in a drug rehabilitation center.Uncle Myron waited for my answer I was wondering how to tell him no when I remembered that I still needed to call Ema back I held up the phone and said, I have to take this, even though the phone hadnt rung.I moved away from the gate and hit Ema on my speed dial She answered immediately.So Ema said.So nothing.Huh I thought they were about to open the casket.They were I mean, they did.I explained about the cremation She listened, as always, without interrupting Ema was one of those people who listened with everything they had She focused on your face Her eyes didnt dart to all corners She didnt nod at inappropriate times Even now, even when she was just on the phone with me, I could feel that concentration.And youre sure its her signature It certainly looks like it.But it could be forged, Ema said.Doubtful I mean, there was a notary who witnessed it or something But it could be My words trailed off.What After my father died, well, that was when she fell apart.She started taking drugs Yes, I said, remembering it all now In fact, Mom was so out of it I dont know how she could have made a decision like that.So what now I fly home I have basketball practice.I know what youre thinking Who cares about basketball practice at a time like this Answer I do I get that that sounds warped But even nowor maybe especially nowI needed to be back on the court I needed basketball to be a priority It was the place I thrived and escaped, and no matter what, I longed for it.Anything new on Spoons condition I asked.No.How about Rachel Silence.I waited Asking about Rachel may have been a mistake, I dont know Rachel was a part of our group, much as she, being immensely popular and probably the hottest girl in the school, seemed to have nothing in common with us.Rachels fine, Ema said, her voice like a door slamming shut Shes dealing, I guess.I needed to reach out to Rachel when I got back I had dropped a huge bomb on hera life altering bomband then I had flown away to Los Angeles I needed to remedy that.So why did you call before I asked.It can wait till you get home.Talk to me, Ema I need the distraction.She took a deep breath I could see her now, sitting alone in that huge gated mansion Why us she asked.I knew what she meant Nothing here had been accidental A secret group called the Abeona Shelter had somehow recruited usEma, Spoon, Rachel, meto help them rescue children and teens This was never stated We never applied for the job, and it wasnt as though they had come to us It just sort of happened.I ask myself that every day, I said.And I dont know.There has to be a reason, Ema said First Ashley, then Rachel, and nowNow what Someone else is missing, she said.My grip on the phone tightened Who You dont know him.Silly, but I had thought that I knew everyone Ema knew Maybe it was because she always played the big girl outcast loner to perfection The other kids made fun of her weight and her all black clothes Ema always sat by herself at lunch in the cafeteria She had taken sullen and raised it to an art form.But you do I said.Yes.Who Hes well, hes kind of my boyfriend.CHAPTER 6Man, I hadnt expected that answer.How could I not know Ema had a boyfriend How could she keep something like that from me I mean, dont get me wrong I thought it was great Ema was so awesome She deserved somebody.So why was I annoyed Because we told each other everything, didnt we Now I wasnt so sure I told her everything, but maybe it was just a one way street Clearly Ema hadnt been equally forthcoming.How could she not tell me that she had a freakin boyfriend Then again, had I told her about Rachel and me, about how there just might be something between us No.Why not If Ema was just my friendif it didnt matter that she was a girl or whateverwhy wouldnt I tell her about Rachel You okay Uncle Myron asked.We were on the plane now, crammed next to each other in the last row We are both tall, and the legroom in coach is designed for someone about two feet shorter.Im fine, I said.So now what Uncle Myron asked.What do you mean You asked me to help get your fathers grave exhumed, right Right.Uncle Myron tried to shrug, but the seat was too small for it So now that weve done that, whats your next step I had wondered that myself, of course I dont know yet.As soon as we landed, I called Ema No answer I tried Rachels phone No answer I texted them both that I was back in New Jersey I placed a call to the hospital again, trying to get through to Spoons room, but the operator wouldnt patch the call through.No calls allowed to that room, the operator explained.I didnt like that.We had landed on time, which meant that I could still make basketball practice I had missed the past few days because of this trip That would set me back with the team, and it worried me a little I hadnt actually practiced with the varsity, and I knew that I would be way behind.Kasselton High, my new school, has a varsity and junior varsity team The varsity is for juniors and seniors Freshmen and sophos play JV, and so far, in Coach Gradys dozen years of coaching the Kasselton Camels, he has never had a freshman or sopho on the varsity.Humble brag alert I, a lowly sopho, have been invited to try out for the varsity team.I couldnt wait to get on the court, but as Uncle Myron pulled his car to a stop in front of the school, I felt the butterflies start flying around my stomach Myron must have seen the look on my face.You nervous What, me I shook my head firmly No.Uncle Myron put his hand on my shoulder It may take a while to warm up after a long flight, he went on, but once you get on the court and the ball is in your handRight, thanks, I said, not really wanting to hear it.It wasnt worrying about my performance that stirred those butterflies.It was my teammates In short, they all hated me.None of the seniors and juniors liked the idea of a lowly sopho crashing their party.I could hear laughter coming from the locker room, but as soon as I pushed open the door, all sound stopped as though someone had flicked a switch Troy Taylor, the senior captain, glared at me To put it mildly, Troy and I had issues I looked away and opened a locker.Not there, Troy said.What This row is for lettermen.Everybody else was in this row I looked at the other guys Some had their heads lowered, tying their shoes too carefully Some glared with open hostility I looked for Buck, Troys best friend and a total jerk, but he wasnt there.I waited for someone to stick up for me or, at least, comment No one did Troy smirked and made a shooing gesture in my direction with his hand My face reddened in embarrassment I wondered what I should do, whether I should fight or back down.Not worth it, I decided.I hated giving Troy the satisfaction, but I remembered something my father told me Dont win the battle and lose the war.I took my stuff, moved into the next row, and changed into shorts and a reversible practice jersey After I laced up my sneakers, I headed out to the gym That sweet echo of dribbling basketballs calmed me a bit, but as soon as I opened the door, all dribbling stopped.Oh, grow up.There were four or five guys at each of three baskets Troy shot at the one on the far right His glare was already in place I looked again for Buckhe was always with Troy, always following Troys leadbut he wasnt here I wondered whether Buck had gotten injured and, cruel as it sounded, I really hoped that was the case.I looked toward the guys standing around the basket in the middle If those faces were windows, they were all slammed shut with shades lowered At the third basket, I spotted Brandon Foley, the team center and other captain Brandon was the tallest kid on the team, six foot eight, and in the past, he had been the only one to acknowledge my existence As I stepped toward him, he met my eye and gave his head a small shake.Terrific.The heck with it I moved over to a basket in the far left corner and shot alone My face burned I let the burn sink deep inside of me The burn was good The burn would fuel my game and make me better The burn would let me forget, for a few moments anyway, that I still didnt know what really happened to my father The burn would let me forgetno, not reallythat my friend Spoon was in the hospital and may never walk again and that it was all my fault.Maybe that explained why all my potential teammates, even Brandon Foley, had turned on me Maybe they too blamed me for what happened to the nerd that they all enjoyed bullying.It didnt matter Shoot, get the rebound, shoot Stare at the rim, only the rim never watch the ball in flight feel the grooves on your fingertips Shoot, swish, shoot, swish. Let the rest of the world fade away for a little while.Do you have something like this in your life Something you do or play that makes the entire world, at least for a little while, fade away That was how basketball was I could sometimes focus so hard that everything else ceased to exist There was the ball There was the hoop Nothing else.Hey, hotshot.The sound of Troys voice knocked me out of my stupor I looked around The gym was empty.Team meeting for non lettermen, Troy said Room one seventy eight Hurry.Where is that Troy frowned You serious Im new to the school, remember Lower level Push through the metal doors Hurry Coach Grady hates when someone shows up late.Thanks.I dropped the ball and hustled down the corridor As I took the stairs down, a small niggling started at the back of my brain It wondered how come Coach Grady would call a meeting so far from the gym I wish that I had stopped there and listened to that niggling But there was really no time And what was I going to do anyway, run back upstairs and ask my buddy Troy for details on the meeting So I ran down the corridor There was no else in the halls The echo of my sneakers slapping the linoleum sounded as loud as as gunshots.My head started spinning Where exactly was I The lower level was for senior classes I had never been here before But if my sense of direction was correct, I was pretty close to being right on top of where Spoon had been shot just a few days earlier.I hurried my step.Room 166 Then room 168 I was getting closer 170, 172Up ahead I saw the metal doors Troy had mentioned I pushed through them They closed behind me with a bang.And locked me out.I stopped and closed my eyes There was no room 178 Practice was probably starting right now I would have to go out the back, through the football field, and around to the front entrance in order to make my way to the gym.I ran as fast as I could but it still took me nearly ten minutes to get back My teammates were already doing the weave drill when I burst in through the door Coach Grady was not pleased He turned and snapped, Youre late, Bolitar.It isnt myI stopped What exactly was I going to say here Troy looked at me with that same stupid smirk He knew I had two choices One, tell Coach Grady what really happened, in which case Coach Grady might or might not believe me, but either way Id be forever labeled a tattletale Or, two, keep my mouth shut.Sorry, Coach.But Coach Grady wasnt done Being late to practice is disrespectful to both your teammates and your coaches.I nodded It wont happen again.You havent even made the team yet.Yes, sir.And this wont help your cause.I understand, sir Im really sorry.Coach Grady stared at me a beat too long Run three laps and then get on line Troy Yes, Coach Wheres Buck I would say that Buck was meaner than a snake, but that wouldnt be nice to the snake.I dont know, Coach He didnt pick up his cell.Odd Hes never missed a practice before Okay, five second denial drill Get into it.Practice didnt get much better Whenever we were working on plays, the guys would throw it at my feet, making it nearly impossible to catch When we scrimmaged, they froze me out, never passing me the ball no matter how open I was Of course, I got my share of rebounds I scored twice off steals But still If your teammates freeze you out, there is only so much you can do.And then, with just a minute left in practice, I saw a glorious opening.I was covering Brandon Foley He grabbed a rebound and threw a long outlet pass to Troy Taylor Troy had been what we call basket hangingnot playing defense and staying close to his own basket for easy points Troy caught the ball and slowed down his dribble He was taking his time, preparing for takeoff, revving himself up for a big time slam dunk.Praise for Harlan Cobens Found Packed with plot and studded with cliffhangers, Coben s third Mickey Bolitar thriller grabs readers in the opening chapter and never lets go Kirkus ReviewsThis third Mickey Bolitar mystery starts 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