“Gabe’s right.” No laughter in those brown eyes, nothing but the understanding of a fellow athlete. “Secrets just come back to bite you.” She pointed her fork in his direction. “I say put it out there to nip off any rumors of a cover-up down the line. You know how things are—just takes a whisper to threaten to ruin a good career. Then there’s your squeaky-clean sponsorship deal.”

“Shit.” He’d known his brother was right, had still hoped she’d disagree. “I guess I better get myself to the police station.”

Catie glanced at the snow falling beyond the balcony doors, the world outside blurred white. “See if they’ll log the complaint over the phone—they can’t want people out in this weather. Especially when no one’s used to snow in the city. It’s usually limited to the higher elevations.”

Antsy now that he’d made his decision, Danny picked up his phone.

“Wait. How’s your head?” Catie tapped the side of her own temple. “All marbles retrieved?”

Scowling, he checked those marbles. “Heaviness is gone,” he confirmed. “I’m fucking pissed off but not feeling dull and foggy.”

He made the call and—once he got through to a detective in drug crimes—received an unexpected response: “We’re still mobile. I’ll come out to you to take the report.”

Danny stared at his phone for a second before putting it back to his ear. “You sure? I know you have far more serious drug issues on your plate.”

“I’m positive.”

Not certain what to make of that, Danny next called his agent, Matthew. He and Jake had different agents—on their big brother’s advice.

“Stop any conflicts of interests before they arise,” Gabriel had said, the steel gray of his eyes holding the calm that came with years of experience. “Any decisions you two make over whether you both want to angle for an opportunity or not will be between brothers. You don’t want to put that on an agent.”

Today Matthew was in full agreement with Danny’s decision to put it all on the record. Most players would’ve contacted their agent first, before they did anything else, but Matthew knew Danny—and he understood that on certain things, Danny would make his own call. That was why their relationship worked.

“It’ll be fine,” the agent added. “Similar thing happened to another player on an international tour a few years before your time, and it was classified as a medical incident. No one’s going to be idiotic about it. I’ll touch base with team management now.”

Feeling better with all that done, Danny got stuck into his food. When he looked up to find all the scrambled eggs and bacon gone, he made a mournful face.

Catie laughed. “I’ll make you more.”