Page 29 of Reckless Love

“And are they still friends?”

Excellent question. “Maybe he just really loves football.”

“Or,” Leo frowned, “maybe he really loves gambling.”

I turned to look at Leo. “My motivation was revenge. That doesn’t necessarily mean I share the same motivation with whoever is behind this. You think it might solely be financial?”

I always felt—down to my bones—the connection was personal but I couldn’t ignore the reality. Fixing games meant millions of dollarsevery single weekwas being controlled by whoever was doing this. Theydecided who won and who lost, and, by association, who made millions and who lost them.

“I think we’re missing another very big piece of the pie here.”

“Vegas,” Leo said simply.

“If this is about the money then we have to go to the source. There has to be a connection to the betting houses. Those odds are specifically calculated.”

“Specific calculations that can bemanipulated by certain players on the field.”

We both turned back to the dozens of players we thought were involved. “We need one of them to talk.”

Leo put his arm around me and tucked me against his chest as he kissed the top of my head. “We will. I’ll make sure of it.”

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