Page 110 of Home of the Brave

Schultz sulked but let Hartman guide him away to a waiting reporter.

“You really were amazing tonight." She took my hand and led me to Cambrie, who lifted the camera and gave her a nod. “You weren’t named a star of the game, but you deserve the title.”

I wanted to hold on to that compliment, but slipped into interview mode. “Nah, Tyson earned that tonight.”

“The game was brutal. Between the penalties and fights, how did you keep your head clear?”

“I trusted the guys to do what they needed to and knew they were doing the same for me. I got my job done, and so did they.”

She grinned and signaled for Cambrie to cut. “Thanks, I need to get a few more interviews done before I can do my side project.”

“Which is?” I looked between the two of them, catching a look they shared.

“Well, the prank videos have been doing really well, and it looks like another one happened today.”

I searched the room and spotted the green head. “You should get Bryce over here then. He was one of the stars, and I’m sure he’d have a lot to say.”

Her eyes lit up. “Do you think he’ll do an interview?”

Cambrie tried to cover her laugh as I called Bryce to come over.

He rubbed his head, as if that would make the green go away. “Hi, ladies.”

The camera was already back up, and Victoria fought to keep a composed smile in place. “Congratulations on a great game, Bryce. Your goal during the third stole the energy from the Stripes. Do you think the green had anything to do with what we saw on the ice?”

He swallowed, staring her down. “No, I don’t think so.”

“No luck of the Irish on your side?”

“Nope.” He glared at me, but Victoria was already moving on.

“Fans have different theories on who is behind the pranks plaguing the men’s teams. Do you have any guesses as to who it is?”

He looked down the lens. “Not yet, but when I find out…there will be payback.”

Victoria grinned, and Cambrie lowered the camera.

“What do you guys know?” he asked then.

“Nothing,” Victoria held up her hands. “I don’t know who’s behind it.”

“But you’re always there first.”

“I have a source, but I don’t know who it is.”

He eyed her before giving up. “Fine, but if you find out––”

“You’ll be the first person I call,” she promised.

He huffed as he turned and walked away, and Cambrie started giggling again. “It’s truly an awful color on him.”

“Shouldn’t he have had to bleach his hair first to get it that bright?” Victoria asked.

“You’d think.”

“I thought that too,” I grinned, glad I was right.

“Must have been some nasty dye,” Cambrie smirked. “Poor guy.”