Chapter 23

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It never occurred to DeShawn not to run to Patton. He pushed his Prius as hard as he could, his speedometer inching up over one-hundred miles per hour once he was safely beyond the city limits. He’d risk the ticket and explain to the cop that it was a matter of life and death. He hadn’t known Patton for long, but he’d never heard the other man sound so scared, his voice shaking and low beneath ragged gasps. Why was he breathing so hard? He didn’t even breathe like that after Coach had them running sprints in the punishing Arizona sun.

It should have taken him three hours to get to Desert Center, but DeShawn made it in a little under two. It wasn’t difficult to find the hotel Patton referred to, or Patton’s truck. DeShawn said a quick prayer of gratitude for that—his phone completely lost signal and he didn’t want to make Patton wait for a single unnecessary second.