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Dad pursed his lips. “That so?”

“Mm,” I mused. “I warned him.”

“Give me the name.”

I told him the name of the cop who’d pushed Matthew.

He nodded, and I turned to leave once more.

“Arsen.”

I stopped again.

“I had your SUV picked up and returned to your dorm.” He cleared his throat. “Your equipment too.”

If you’re wondering if that made me feel bad for basically agreeing not to DJ parties when I secretly planned to…? No.

But I did appreciate the gesture.

“Thanks, Dad. I appreciate it. And thanks for coming.”

“I’ll always be here for you, son. Even if you are a pain in my ass.”

I smiled. “Tell Mom I said hi.”

“Call her and tell her yourself.”

I promised I would and then let myself out of the swanky suite. On my way down the hall, I passed Niles, who was no doubt heading to kiss my father’s ass.

“Don’t be late tomorrow,” he said.

“I won’t.”

“And make sure you bring the other one.”

“You mean the one you told my father I had a thing with?”

He stopped walking and sputtered. Unable to resist, I spun on my heel and strolled over in front of the lawyer. I was taller, and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t get a little pleasure out of looking down at him.

“If you think you can somehow ingratiate yourself to my father by whispering in his ear about things you think you see and my preferences, you’re wrong.”

His face reddened. “I did no such thing.”

“He already knows,” I said, watching surprise light his eyes. “So how about you keep your nose in your job and out of my business?”

I turned toward the elevator before he could reply. “See you in the morning, Niles,” I called over my shoulder. “And don’t you worry. I’ll make sure Matthew is there.”

11

Prism

There is nothing quite like the silence of water. It’s also a little ironic to be submerged in something a thousand times denser than air yet still feel light.

Because water is so dense, sound actually travels four times faster through the waves. So, bro, how is it so much quieter below the surface? Most sound just bounces right off and doesn’t penetrate the waves, so being underwater is like being surrounded by a shield.

Probably why I loved swimming from the very first time I jumped into a pool. Another fun fact? The speed of sound decreases with temperature, so swimming in such chilly water, as we Elite do, helps muffle the noise even more.

Mine is the slowest stroke in swimming, and many consider it the easiest. Bro, nothing in my life has ever felt easy, including breaststroke, but to each their own I suppose. Here are my facts: Breaststroke is the most technical because it depends on rhythm, timing, and technique. It requires coordination and a symmetrical action between the upper and lower limbs.

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