Page 50 of The Protege
“Some guys said trainers from another team came over and said something to Nate or talked to him. Do you remember which team?”
“Yeah. It was Team Marcos Silva.” My stomach dropped, and I looked at Marty and then Patrick. “Marcos was here too. He told Nate that he’d look better in a Team Silva shirt. They hung around for a while and then left. Is something the matter?”
“No, I’m sure things will be fine.” I nodded at him. Spencer went to get something to drink, and I turned to Marty. “You have the emergency contact info. Can you get me Nate’s?” I asked.
“Right away.”
I looked at Patrick while Marty went into the office. Fucking Marcos Silva was such a dick. Ever since I’d known him, he’d been a pain in my side. What we felt for one another was mutual. Marty held an index card in his hand and handed it to me.
“His father is the emergency contact. Should I place a call or maybe send someone over?” Marty asked.
“No, I think I’ll go talk to his dad myself,” I said. “Come on, Patrick. We have a few stops to make today.”
“A few?” he asked as we headed for the doors. “Where are we going after his dad’s?”
“Marcos’.”
