Page 2 of The Sniper


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“I wanted to keep it a surprise,” Lydia says, beaming as she looks at the billionaire. “I thought I’d let you tell him.”

Oh, God, I need a new agent. Preferably one who doesn’t call me before noon and isn’t so damn chipper all the time.

“Perfect,” Van Morgan says with a grin. “Mr. Kemp, we’d like to offer you a position on the San Antonio Hyenas.”

I stare at him with dead eyes.

He stares back at me.

Is this guy fucking for real? I was annoyed before, but now I’m just pissed.

I don’t mean to be cocky, but I’m the best damn player in the league. I won three Stoney Cups in a row. Three! I could go anywhere. Like I would come to this dumpster fire of an organization. Am I a joke to him?

My hands squeeze into fists under the table as the pounding in my head gets louder and madder.

“I know what you must be thinking,” Van Morgan says with a hand up. “Why would I, Sebastian Kemp, the best player in the league, come to the Hyenas of all places?”

“Yeah, pretty much.”

“So, let me make my pitch.”

I cross my arms and glare at him. “You have five minutes.”

He grins. “What does a hyena signify to you?”

“A shit hockey team.”

“I was talking about the animal.”

“I don’t know. A dirty dog that eats scraps.”

“Hyenas are the most cunning of all the animals,” he says as he stares me down. “They may not be as majestic as a lion or as imposing as a gorilla, but they are tough tenacious beasts who work together toward their common goal.”

“Is this an interview for a zoo or for a hockey team?”

Lydia puts her hand on my arm and smiles nervously. “He’s kidding.”

I wasn’t.

“I have a vision for this hockey team,” Van Morgan says in a firm tone. “The Hyenas are going to go from the bottom of the pack to the top. And we’d like you to be a part of that journey.”

I take a deep breath as I stare at him.

“Your team is not a contender,” I tell him bluntly.

“Any team in the league is a contender with you on it,” he answers.

Maybe, but I can’t do it on my own. “Who else do you have?”

“Harris Sutton,” he says. “All-star defender.”

“Yeah, maybe ten years ago,” I say with a laugh. That old veteran is well past his prime. “Anyone else?”

“Nolan Barlowe.”

He grins when he sees the shock on my face. Nolan is by far the best goalie in the league. I didn’t know he signed here. I turn to Lydia in shock. She nods with a knowing smile on her face.

“Edvard Svensson.”

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