Page 442 of Ruthless Court

Then another.

Recognition moves across his face.

His eyes widen.

“Yo.”

I hold one finger to my mouth.

Too late.

“YO.”

Several heads turn.

“Kane Haverhill?”

A basketball rolls away unnoticed.

“That's Haverhill.”

“No way.”

Phones start coming out.

I raise both hands.

“Put them away.”

Nobody moves.

“Seriously. No pictures.”

Something in my voice must work.

One by one, screens disappear.

A kid shoves his phone into his pocket.

Another sits on his.

Smart.

Coach Goodwin hears the commotion.

Turns.

His eyes find me.

He doesn't react immediately.

Just looks.

Head to toe.

Taking inventory.

I know that look.