Page 345 of Wrong Pucking Player

“This was meant to kill them both,” Leo whispers.

“Bingo,” Jamie replies and sighs. “Frankie really thought he’d have the last laugh. A shame. He can meet Jayce on the other side and enjoy their antics in the afterlife.”

“What do you mean?” Wyatt asks.

“Frankie is dead,” the woman announces. “Found dead in his cell from an overdose. Guess he had something embedded in his tooth and was waiting for the right moment to let it explode and lead to his demise.”

I’m sure more than one of us is shocked that she knows this. I recognize her from the Fundraiser Ball, though I can’t remember her name.

She was the one taking our group pictures.

“I’m Iris, by the way.” She lifts the camera in her grasp. “I should have caught the images of Jayce’s last moments before he hit the ground. I’m sure you’re going to need evidence to confirm his death was a freak accident, so I’ll just need to get to my studio to develop them.”

The fact they’re so nonchalant about all of this really baffles me.

As if these two have experienced a whole lot worse.

“Y-Your brother just died, and you’re not even freaking out?” Leo declares in surprise. “Are you having a slow response or something?”

“My brother should have died ages ago, and frankly, I couldn’t be happier,” Jamie declares and even smiles. “Plus, thanks to Iris, I have evidence that his death was accidental.”

“Jayce had accidental life insurance. Therefore, with the images, we can redeem the funds and pay off whatever debts he carried under the Winchester name. This will give Jamie a clean slate and will ensure the team is safe now that Jamie’s here.”

“What do you mean now that Jamie is here?” Wyatt questions.

“You’re looking at the new Captain of the Saskatchewan Pincers, which is actually why I’m here.”

“Huh?” Kenzie, Wyatt, and I say in unison.

He smirks before he turns away.

“Oscar Armani and Wyatt Cyrus Jr., I’m here to let you know Saskatchewan Pincers are being given another shot at entering the playoffs for the Stanley Cup. You’ll get a few weeks off before we’ll have a game to secure our chance to enter the new season,” he reveals the grand news. “Just here to let you know, I’d like Armani to return as goalie, and Cyrus Jr., I need you as forward.”

He’s not serious, right?

“You both can confirm everything with me later. Enjoy your weeks off, and I’ll see you guys bright and early a month from this date on the ice in Strattonville Stadium.”

He then looks at Oliver and my dad.

“Feel free to keep me posted on the investigation of my brother’s death. Despite already knowing the cause of his demise, I rather play along with the fanatics. It’s good publicity and promo, especially to ensure the Pincers’ comeback is as dramatic as ever.”

He walks away now, but I notice he reaches back until Iris’ hand is in his grasp.

“Iris will get those photos developed, so if you need it for the media, let me know. You should know where we’re staying,” he calls out. He briefly stops, as if he remembered something and looks over his shoulder, his eyes landing on our girl.

“And Andrews, or should I call you Sofiya?” he begins but doesn’t wait for her to reply. “I’ve confirmed with Mr. Champion that you’ll be the team’s official nurse for the next season. Please make sure you’re present for our first practice a month from now.”

With those words, he enjoys another puff of his smoke and walks away with Iris in tow.

We’re riddled in silence for what seems like eons.

“Did that really just happen?” Katherine whispers.

“Yup,” Leo answers her and sighs. “Fuck. That’s just a whole bunch of mindfuckery.”

I sigh and can’t help but sit back on the grass, which has Wyatt and Kenzie looking worriedly my way.

“Oscar?” Kenzie whispers and kneels next to me while I press my hands to my face. “You okay?”

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