of the team. He’s supposed to come to practice.”
“Did you tell him that?” He wouldn’t call the narrow-eyed way she regarded him a glare, exactly, but it was close. Grady seldom noted eye color but her eyes were green. “Because how’s a kid who’s never been suspended before supposed to know the rules?”
“Everybody knows the rules.”
“I don’t. Bryan obviously doesn’t.”
Grady wasn’t ready to concede that Bryan’s absence had been innocent, but this line of conversation wasn’t getting them anywhere. “What did Bryan say when you asked him about the paper?”
“He says he—”
Three short raps on the frame of the open door interrupted her reply. His cousin Tony entered the office as though he’d been invited. In chinos, a long-sleeved black polo shirt the color of his hair and a fresh shave, he looked far better than he did most Saturday mornings. He turned to Keri with an apologetic shrug. “Sorry I’m late.”
Grady addressed Keri, not hiding his surprise. “You asked Tony to be here?”
“Bryan asked,” Keri replied, eyes on Grady instead of Tony.
Tony sat down, inching his chair marginally closer to Keri’s. “I’m happy to help you anytime I can, Keri.”
Two against one, Grady thought. His cousin had already made it known how he felt about the suspension. Grady’s eyes fell on his cousin’s hand, resting on the arm of Keri’s chair. But how did Tony feel about Keri?
“K—” Grady stopped himself from using her first name, realized he didn’t know whether or not she was married and glanced at the ring finger of her left hand. Bare. “Ms. Cassidy was about to tell me what Bryan said about cheating.”
“He said he didn’t cheat.” Her reply was immediate, her tone sharp.
No surprise there.
“He said the girl who accused him has a grudge against him.” She firmed her chin. “And I believe him.”
“I think the issue is why Grady believes the girl,” Tony said, as if his was the voice of reason. When his cousin confronted him about this very issue before last night’s game, Grady got the distinct impression Tony didn’t care why Grady believed Bryan was guilty. Or even if Bryan was guilty.
“The girl told me what Web sites she used as source material,” Grady said.
“That’s it?” Keri asked, expressive eyes wide and disbelieving. “That’s all the proof you have?”
“That’s not all.” He leveled her with the stare that caused his players to flinch. She didn’t move a muscle. “I asked Bryan questions about what was in the paper, and he couldn’t answer.”
“Now, I don’t want to take sides here,” Tony said, “but isn’t it possible Bryan didn’t retain the information? The paper was about nutrition, right? I can’t even remember the five food groups.”
Grady crossed his arms over his chest. “You didn’t just write a paper about them.”
“True. But you haven’t been teaching at Springhill long. I know the personalities better than you do.”
Unswayed, Grady said nothing.
“C’mon, man,” Tony said. “I’m telling you Bryan’s all right. You and me go back far enough that you can trust my judgment.”
Keri turned her head to gaze at Tony, the first time she’d looked directly at him since he entered the office. “You knew Coach Quinlan before he started teaching at the school?”
“Remember I told you I had a cousin who played college ball?” Tony phrased the question as though he’d told Keri a lot of things. As though they had the type of relationship where they shared confidences. “Grady’s that cousin.”
“Isn’t there some rule against hiring a relative?”
“Not that I know of,” Tony said. “Even if there was, this is a special case. We needed somebody fast after Coach Cartwright had the heart attack. We’re lucky Grady was available.”
It sounded to Grady as though Tony was trying to justify his decision. The knowledge rankled, but not as much as the disapproval would once the relationship between Grady and the athletic director got out. Grady wondered if Keri Cassidy would be the one to spread the word.
“Where’d you play?” Keri asked.
Grady didn’t usually avoid direct questions, but since the scandal he preferred not to talk about Carolina State.
“I didn’t play. I sat the bench and watched.”
“Perfect training for a coach,” Tony interjected.
“A good coach knows as much about his players as he does basketball,” Keri said. “Did you know Bryan lost his mother in a car accident? Playing basketball got him through it. It’s his dream to play in college.”
Grady hadn’t known about Bryan’s mother, but he’d only been coach of the Springhill varsity for a little more than two weeks. In truth, he had as many questions about how Keri had ended up adopting Bryan as he did about Bryan. Steeling himself against the plea in her eyes to go easier on her child, he said, “Then he shouldn’t have cheated on that paper.”
She opened her mouth, probably to leap again to Bryan’s defense, but Tony spoke first.
“We seem to have reached an impasse,” Tony said. “But since the team needs Bryan as much as Bryan needs the team, why don’t we compromise? Grady, how about letting Bryan play if he turns in another paper?”
“If Bryan doesn’t turn in another paper—handwritten, so I know he did the work himself—he’ll flunk the class,” Grady said.
Keri edged forward in her seat. “What about the suspension? Is it indefinite?”
“He turns in the paper, he can play in the game this coming Friday. That was my plan all along.”
“Friday? What about Tuesday?” Keri asked. Springhill typically played twice a week, and the Cougars’ next game was at home Tuesday night.
“Friday,” Grady repeated. “I want to impress upon him how serious the offense is.”
“You can’t even be sure he cheated!”
“I’m sure.” He clenched his jaw. “And I’m not going to discuss it anymore. I’ve made up my mind.”
Her face flushed. “But you—”
“You heard the man, Keri,” Tony interrupted. “Take it from me. When Grady digs in his feet, there’s nothing that’ll unearth him.”
In other words, Grady thought, Tony didn’t agree with him, either. Too bad. Tony had entrusted Grady to do what was right. Standing firm on Bryan’s punishment was right.
Tony
