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definitely feels good to be adding a W to the record, instead of an L. We worked hard in practice this past week, and it paid off. I’m proud of my team.”
    “Do you want to address claims that you’re a bad role model, after all the news this past week about your frequent strip club visits?”
    “A bad role model? If anything, I’m encouraging people to appreciate art more, and understand its value. Those women work very hard at putting on a beautiful show, and I pay them very well for it whenever I partake. I’m being a productive member of our society, stimulating the economy. What’s there to complain about?”
    Most of the room chuckled about that at the same time I did, and the shared laughter honestly lightened my mood. I answered a few more questions about specific plays, dodged a question about Todd Browning’s sick ass, and then responded to a few more about the game. I wasn’t quite as on-edge as when I first stepped into the media room, but by the time I made it to the last question, I was still ready to go.
    Tension swept my shoulders when I realized my last question would be coming from Kendra Fulton at WAWG Sports. Just my luck.
    “Great game tonight Jordan,” she mused, smiling big as she stood. “I’m sure you’ve already caught some of the commentary about the game, but there’s one clip in particular making quite a splash. Have you heard your father’s thoughts on the game?”
    Immediately, a vein at my temple began to throb. I clenched my jaw, hoping to make it a little less potent as I ground out a terse “Yes.”
    Her smile brightened. “Oh good. So you already know that he feels you – figuratively, and literally – dropped the ball with that pass interference play. If you’d done that differently, Wayne Mayfair may not have gotten injured while attempting a touchdown play. What do you say to your father Jordan? Do you feel guilty, or wish you’d done things differently?”
    I sat back in the little chair they’d provided, and scratched my head. “Well… I don’t say anything to my father. He can have whatever opinions he wants, but no, I don’t feel guilty about that play. Anybody with eyes could see that Griggs was trying to pull my damn arm off – they got flagged for that play, because it was a blatant foul. Was I supposed to teleport?”
    I took a deep breath, tamping my anger down. Just when I’d shaken the negativity off my shoulders, here she was with this, trying to piss me off.
    Kendra opened her mouth to say something else, but I shook my head and stood. “Nah, I’m done. I’ve answered enough bullshit.”
    A few other questions rang out, but I ignored those too as I exited the stage. I got with my security, got to my car, and got the hell out of there. I shot a text to a couple of my teammates, letting them know I wouldn’t be making it to the celebratory team dinner, and ignored the missed phone calls from several people, including Jessmyn and Nicki.
    All I really wanted was to be left the hell alone.

Five.

    He isn’t here.
    I scanned the darkened restaurant one more time just to be sure, looking over the defensive backs flirting with the waitress, offensive linemen popping open bottles of champagne, and our running backs cheering at the highlights on the big flat screen TV, my eyes searching for one particular face.
    We’d gotten the news back that Mayfair was out – torn meniscus – for possibly the whole season, but he was in decent spirits, and had encouraged the team to celebrate the win, as usual. So we were.
    Except Jordan was nowhere to be found, when he was usually the life of the party.
    He hadn’t responded to any texts or calls, and neither had his security. I’d already called Cin, looking for him at Arch & Point , but she swore he wasn’t there, and I had no reason not to believe her.
    Social media was blowing up with talk of the game, to the point that “The Flash” and “Flash Jordan” were both trending, but the man himself