Chapter Nineteen
Alex
I leaned back in my chair, carefully keeping my emotions in check. Zoe had dragged me down for a meeting with the prosecutor. I didn’t want to be here, my sentiments exacerbated by the arrogant prosecutor. Brian Wheeler, the prosecutor in question, sat across from Zoe and me in his office. The hum of noise from the hallway filtered through the door. The Seattle District Attorney’s offices were a hubbub of commotion. Brian looked up from the document he’d been reviewing and glanced from Zoe to me, his dark gaze inscrutable. I was accustomed to players from opposing teams trying to do what Brian seemed to be after—intimidation. On the pitch, it never got to me. If anything, other players trying to rile me up only sank me deeper into my focus when I tuned them out. Yet
