I flew from Boston to Denver this morning, and now I’m about to board a second flight to Durango. Then I’ll take a shuttle to Lost Haven, population six hundred eight. I’ve never been to a town so small. Didn’t even realize places like that still exist.

“Hello?” I murmur after pulling my phone out of my jacket.

“Summer? Is that you?”

“Yes. It’s me. Bad connection? I’m getting ready to get onto my second flight.”

“No, I can hear you now. I’m glad I reached you. I’ve got some intel.”

“Great. What have you got for me, Les?”

Les has been a mentor to me in a lot of ways. He manages the front office of the Boston Titans hockey team, and I interned for him when I was still in college, studying sports management. He was the one who got me this job—which is to track down a promising rookie who’s trying to blow his entire season by fighting everyone who looks at him the wrong way.

Logan was suspended for eight games and has to get the written approval of a therapist before he can return. I’m one of three team-approved therapists. But Logan isn’t returning my phone calls, and he’s yet to make a decision on a therapist.

So, here I am. On the other side of the country, chasing down a rogue rookie with an anger-management problem. I guess this is my life now.

“Logan is definitely there,” Les says. “He arrived yesterday, but no one on the team has been able to reach him.”

“Thank you. I’ll be there by late afternoon. I’ll see what I can do.”

“You clinch this one, kid, and you’ll have it made.”

I don’t know about that, but if I succeed, at least I’ll be able to make my rent next month.

“I sent you over an email with everything in his file. It’s not much.”

“I’m sure it’ll help. Thanks, Les.”

He chuckles. “You haven’t met Logan yet. You’re going to need all the help you can get.”

Logan Tate is a twenty-three-year-old rookie defenseman who was signed to the Titans last year for $2.6 million, but I don’t really know much about him. What I do know is that he’s six foot two, one hundred ninety-five pounds, and built like a bull—all muscle and brawn. I watched a few of his clips online. His speed was impressive.