Chapter 44

Coach Strong sighed. “But—”

“Lift me up.”

“Wait!”

“Lift me up!”

“He’s here.”

“Who?”

“Stoker.”

“Which…Rich is here?”

“He’s waiting behind the scenes.”

“How?”

“I grabbed him out front. Him and the porn star brother were having a confab.”

“Okay, so, why didn’t you just let him come in?”

“Because…because I read his notes—on his laptop—one of the nights he crashed in my room. His notes to you. I read them all, the sweet and the smutty, the heartfelt and the horny, on the laptop the two brothers supposedly traded back and forth like their socks and underwear. I’m a nosy son of a bitch,” Strong admitted. “Sue me.”

Ben searched his vocabulary for words to match his thoughts about what he just heard. “What the hell are you talking about?” was the best he could do.