He looked Warren up and down and made a low sound in his throat.

“This the suit?” he muttered.

“Shows up for the victory lap, does he.” The whistle blew before I had to answer.

Chapter 11 — Lightning

Keegan played that night like he had lightning in his blood.

In the thirty-first minute he took a cross down off his chest, beat two defenders like they were traffic cones, and buried a left-footed shot in the top corner.

The stadium came apart.