Page 444 of Ruthless Court

“Yeah?”

“Office. Now.”

This is going well.

* * *

Coach Goodwin shuts the door behind us.

His office is exactly what I'd expect.

Whiteboard.

Game schedules.

Two filing cabinets.

Old team pictures.

A shelf filled with basketball books.

Hannah is in several photographs.

Usually at the edge.

Never wearing a uniform.

Laptop.

Clipboard.

Book in her lap.

Always watching.

I take the chair across from his desk.

Coach Goodwin doesn't sit immediately.

He looks at me.

Then at his phone.

Then at me again.

“Does Hannah know you're here?”

“No.”

His eyebrows rise.

“You flew across the country without telling my daughter?”

“When you say it like that, it sounds questionable.”

“It is questionable.”

“Fair.”