Page 142 of Puck Me Secretly

Brian (lawyer) calling.

“Hello?”

“Rory, the police have arrested one of our players for sexual assault.”

“Excuse me?”

“I’m on the way to the central police station downtown. Your dad will meet us there. Can you join us?”

I leaned forward and gave the cab driver instructions. “When did it happen?”

“The assault happened last night, but they recently picked up the player and are bringing him downtown to the station.”

“What about the media?”

“They’re all over this. They got a tip off before the arrest and have footage of him being led to the police car.”

“Oh shit. How’s the victim?”

“She’s at the hospital. Talking to the police. She is refusing a rape kit.”

“What? Why?”

“She is traumatized and refusing treatment but the doctors say they have up to 96 hours to collect evidence.”

“Okay. I’m five minutes out, where are you?”

“Approaching the station. The media is going ballistic. Try coming in through one of the side doors. I’ll meet you inside.”

“Okay. See you soon.”

“Yup.”

“Wait,” I asked before he disconnected. “Which player?”

“Max Logan.” He disconnected.

CHAPTER 50

I staredat my phone in disbelief. What the actual fuck. This was a horrible mistake. There is no way that Max had assaulted anyone. Brian must have gotten the player’s name mixed up, because I had been with Max all night.

I called Max’s cell, but it went to his answering service.

Shit.

“Lady, we’re at your destination.”

“Sorry,” I apologized, handing the driver a fifty-dollar bill for an $18 ride. I got out.

“Your change, Miss.”

“Keep it.”

I braced myself heading into the building. Using the side door, I avoided the media. I worked my way through the maze of hallways until I found Dad pacing near the front entrance.

“Where’s Brian?”

Dad shook his head and pointed at some offices. “He’s in there.”

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