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Authors: Nikki Haverstock
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hang out until Mary makes me go to sleep."
Mary stuck her head out of her bedroom. "We have a very strict curfew." She closed the door behind her.
Liam smiled. "She's a real taskmaster, eh?"
"She's awesome. She keeps me in line. She told me that I could stay up a little bit later since I don't shoot until the afternoon." Mary's shower turned on. The faint noise could be heard in the center room we shared. "I won't be long, maybe thirty minutes?"
"I'll go pack up a few things that I'll need in Salt Lake and be back." He wrapped me in a hug. Moo wedged his nose then his whole body between us. "You did great today."
***
By the time I had showered, changed into some comfortable clothes, and hand-washed my stinky jerseys so they could drip-dry for tomorrow, I could hear voices outside my bedroom. Mary and I each had our own bedroom and attached but small bathroom in addition to the shared middle room with some chairs, television, and small kitchenette. The units rented out to visitors and for on-site athletes would have bunk beds for each bedroom.
I ran a brush through my hair and for the millionth time noticed that my hair was longer than I had ever had it, then opened the door. Leaning on the doorframe, I observed for a minute. Orion, Loggin, Liam, and Moo were squished onto our couch. Tiger, Minx, and Mary were arranged on the floor. There appeared to be at least two different conversations occurring, though the participants changed. Mary was bouncing between a conversation about the upcoming Vegas tournament and some about this tournament.
A knock on the door caught everyone's attention. I went to open it, and the talk died down to see who it was. I threw open the door, and Mouse zoomed past me.
"So this is where everyone is. Way to abandon me when I'm suspected of murder."
I rolled my eyes at her. "You practically live in our room."
Mouse and Minx were roommates. Minx was the middle of five girls in her family and didn't enjoy living alone in her room when Mouse was home during the week. A few times she had even slept on our couch. When Mouse arrived on the weekend, rather than the two of them keeping each other company, they tended to gravitate to our apartment. "And no one really suspects you of murder."
She moved to a wall next to the couch, while I sat down on the floor next to Liam's leg.
"Do you want to hear my news or not?" Mouse crossed her arms and hitched her chin up.
A chorus of voices implored her to share.
"Fine, if you insist," she said with a grin. "Apparently, Coach Ron had a little help with his heart attack. Someone hit him with a Taser."
"What?" I interrupted her. "A Taser caused his heart attack? I'm not sure I believe that."
"Why else would they keep asking me if I had a Taser and then," she looked around the room, her voice dropping, "if I'd used it because I was scared and no one would blame me after the way he acted."
Mary looked up from her phone. "A Taser can cause a heart attack in rare situations. It says so right here."
I rolled my eyes. "And the Internet never, ever lies. I'll buy that it was a freak accident. So it probably wasn't a planned murder."
Minx lifted her hand, asking for attention. "Maybe it was an accident?"
"Like someone tripped and accidentally shot him with a Taser then left?" Tiger countered. "Pfft, unlikely."
"No." Minx put her hands on her hips. "Like they were scared so they used the Taser and ran?"
Tiger blew out an exasperated breath. "Then why didn't they tell someone that they were attacked, eh?"
Everyone started talking at once, proposing and shooting down theories. There was a lot to consider. Could someone have known he had a weak heart and planned to kill him? Maybe they used the Taser to incapacitate him first and were planning on killing him, but he had a heart attack first. What if it was unintentional? Maybe he attacked someone, which was believable after seeing how he'd acted this morning, and they used the Taser to protect themselves then
Mary stuck her head out of her bedroom. "We have a very strict curfew." She closed the door behind her.
Liam smiled. "She's a real taskmaster, eh?"
"She's awesome. She keeps me in line. She told me that I could stay up a little bit later since I don't shoot until the afternoon." Mary's shower turned on. The faint noise could be heard in the center room we shared. "I won't be long, maybe thirty minutes?"
"I'll go pack up a few things that I'll need in Salt Lake and be back." He wrapped me in a hug. Moo wedged his nose then his whole body between us. "You did great today."
***
By the time I had showered, changed into some comfortable clothes, and hand-washed my stinky jerseys so they could drip-dry for tomorrow, I could hear voices outside my bedroom. Mary and I each had our own bedroom and attached but small bathroom in addition to the shared middle room with some chairs, television, and small kitchenette. The units rented out to visitors and for on-site athletes would have bunk beds for each bedroom.
I ran a brush through my hair and for the millionth time noticed that my hair was longer than I had ever had it, then opened the door. Leaning on the doorframe, I observed for a minute. Orion, Loggin, Liam, and Moo were squished onto our couch. Tiger, Minx, and Mary were arranged on the floor. There appeared to be at least two different conversations occurring, though the participants changed. Mary was bouncing between a conversation about the upcoming Vegas tournament and some about this tournament.
A knock on the door caught everyone's attention. I went to open it, and the talk died down to see who it was. I threw open the door, and Mouse zoomed past me.
"So this is where everyone is. Way to abandon me when I'm suspected of murder."
I rolled my eyes at her. "You practically live in our room."
Mouse and Minx were roommates. Minx was the middle of five girls in her family and didn't enjoy living alone in her room when Mouse was home during the week. A few times she had even slept on our couch. When Mouse arrived on the weekend, rather than the two of them keeping each other company, they tended to gravitate to our apartment. "And no one really suspects you of murder."
She moved to a wall next to the couch, while I sat down on the floor next to Liam's leg.
"Do you want to hear my news or not?" Mouse crossed her arms and hitched her chin up.
A chorus of voices implored her to share.
"Fine, if you insist," she said with a grin. "Apparently, Coach Ron had a little help with his heart attack. Someone hit him with a Taser."
"What?" I interrupted her. "A Taser caused his heart attack? I'm not sure I believe that."
"Why else would they keep asking me if I had a Taser and then," she looked around the room, her voice dropping, "if I'd used it because I was scared and no one would blame me after the way he acted."
Mary looked up from her phone. "A Taser can cause a heart attack in rare situations. It says so right here."
I rolled my eyes. "And the Internet never, ever lies. I'll buy that it was a freak accident. So it probably wasn't a planned murder."
Minx lifted her hand, asking for attention. "Maybe it was an accident?"
"Like someone tripped and accidentally shot him with a Taser then left?" Tiger countered. "Pfft, unlikely."
"No." Minx put her hands on her hips. "Like they were scared so they used the Taser and ran?"
Tiger blew out an exasperated breath. "Then why didn't they tell someone that they were attacked, eh?"
Everyone started talking at once, proposing and shooting down theories. There was a lot to consider. Could someone have known he had a weak heart and planned to kill him? Maybe they used the Taser to incapacitate him first and were planning on killing him, but he had a heart attack first. What if it was unintentional? Maybe he attacked someone, which was believable after seeing how he'd acted this morning, and they used the Taser to protect themselves then
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