He looked down at his gold wristwatch, then lifted his eyes back to the third row.

“Come on down here to the front, Matty,” Wyler said.

Matty glanced at the boy sitting on his left.

He stepped off the bleacher platform and walked down the wooden steps onto the shiny floor.

Wyler dragged a gray metal folding chair out into the middle of the basketball court.

“Have a seat right here,” Wyler said.

Matty sat down on the metal chair.

His sneakers didn’t reach the dark blue boundary line painted on the floor.