Date: June 8, 2021
Location: Milwaukee, Wisconsin
Event: Day before Eastern Conference Finals – Game 4
Boston Leads Series 2–1
6:14 AM – Hotel Room WindowKyle Wilson hadn't slept.
He sat at the edge of his hotel bed, leg elevated, headphones unplugged, voice recorder playing back the phone call from the night before.
"Your old man didn't just play street ball. He made bets. Big ones. On people. On games. On outcomes."
"Someone's looking for you now. Just like they looked for him."
He replayed that last line.
"Someone's looking for you now."
Outside, the Milwaukee skyline was waking up under a pale blue hue. Ari was still asleep in the room's other bed, curled under a hotel comforter. Her breathing was steady.
Kyle's wasn't.
He pulled open the drawer by the nightstand. Inside, beneath the Bible and a laminated room service menu, was the letter from Montego Bay. He read it again, tracing the looping script.
His fingers stopped on the address.
