Chapter 170

When he’s finished, she’s quiet for a long time. Now she’ll say he’s a bad influence on her son, or she thinks they shouldn’t spend so much time together, or maybe she doesn’t want Dante to see Ryan anymore. He holds his breath, coils the phone cord around his fingers and waits. Waits. Finally she asks, “What’s his name again? The punk who started the fight?”

Her voice is clipped and determined. Dante stammers out, “Dietrich. Wil Dietrich. I’m not sure—”

“Dietrich,” she interrupts, and even though she can’t see him, he nods in agreement. “John Dietrich’s boy?”

“I don’t know,” Dante mumbles. “I’m not—his dad has money, I know that. His mom’s here at the competitions and his dad’s company is one of the club’s main sponsors. I don’t know their names, though.”