The killer's casual salute burned in Maya's memory as the celebration raged around her. Winning the championship might be the last thing she ever did, and she knew it.
The echo of cheers still rang in Maya's ears as she slipped out of the locker room corridor. The team was still celebrating, spraying water bottles and replaying the goal over and over. Coach Martinez was somewhere giving interviews. Scouts were circling like sharks, wanting to talk to the player who'd scored the winning goal.
Maya couldn't handle any of it.
The victory should have felt like everything she'd worked for. Instead, her stomach knotted tighter with every step, her pulse still locked on the sight of the man by the sidelines. The one who'd touched his cap. The one who'd smiled like he owned her future.
I need to get out. Need to find Agent Chen's emergency number. Need to call someone who can help.
