The Winter Girls: A totally gripping crime thriller (Agent Tori Hunter Book 2) by Roger Stelljes

Author:Roger Stelljes [Stelljes, Roger]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781800192492
Publisher: Bookouture
Published: 2021-03-04T00:00:00+00:00

They did make it for a quick beer at Ray’s Pub across from the Manchester Bay Civic Center. While Braddock joined the hockey dads, Tori grabbed fifteen minutes with her old high school friends Mickey and Mike Webb, who had a hockey-playing son. They were at Ray’s for a post-game beer. “It’s too bad, Lizzy and Corinne were in here about a half-hour ago with their husbands,” Mickey said.

“Shoot,” Tori said, before taking a long drink from her beer. “I haven’t spoken to either of them for a week or two, or with you for that matter.”

“It’s hockey season, we’re all running around like chickens with our heads cut off,” Mickey answered with a cackle. “Are we on for a week from Tuesday?”

“You know it, girl.”

One of the first things Tori had done when she moved back to Manchester Bay was schedule a big dinner at a local restaurant with her old high school girlfriends. They all had so much fun that it was now a standing monthly date and something she looked forward to.

“Game time,” Braddock said as he greeted Mickey and Mike before swooping up Tori.

Quinn smiled when he saw his father and Tori up in the stands.

“He’s so tall,” Tori observed with a little laugh. “He just towers over the other kids.”

Quinn was tall for his age and was quite likely to meet, if not exceed, his father’s six-foot-four height. He liked to play defense and rush the puck up the ice, and was gaining confidence. It was his height and on-ice skills that had piqued the high school coach’s interest when he watched Quinn play during a summer camp. He’d told Braddock, “Your son has a nice little defensive game and some real good offensive instincts. Does he love playing?”

“It’s all he and his cousins talk about. If they’re not on the rink here, they’re on the ice on the lake all winter. They’re what all you hockey guys like to call rink rats.”

The coach smiled. “Keep him playing. If he grows to your size, some things could happen for him down the road.”

“He’s eleven, Coach,” Braddock had said. “Isn’t it a little early for that?”

“It’s entirely too early,” the coach responded with a broad smile. “Keep him playing.”

Tonight’s game was tied at two with less than a minute left when Quinn picked up the puck behind his own net and turned up the ice.

“Here he goes,” Braddock exclaimed.

“Go, Quinn!” Tori cheered.

Quinn rushed the puck down the right side of the ice. When he crossed the blue line into the offensive zone, he slid the puck out to his backhand, took a stride and got a step behind the opposing defenseman. He dipped his left shoulder low and cut around the defensemen and to the front of the net, where he tried to slide the puck between the goalie’s legs. The goalie made the save, but the rebound came right out front and Quinn’s cousin Peter drilled it home for a 3–2 lead.

“Yes!” Braddock yelled, and Tori cheered.

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