RedZone by Timia Williams Page A

being invited to the combine that early on, he thought it would be a good idea for Trey to tell his story.
    “Are you truly ready to leave school?” Brady asked starting the interview.
    “I was born ready. No offense Coach, but it’s nothing else for me to do here at S.U. I’ve been dreaming of going pro since I was a child.” He continued as he looked over to his coach. “I feel like everything happens for a reason, it may sound bad, but I think my friend died so that I could get my chance.” Coach Booker gave Trey a look of surprise. “He knew how much I wanted this opportunity, and when I received it I showed out.”
    “Yes you did. This is going to make you look good!” Brady praised Trey while jotting down some notes. He gave a grin to both Trey and Coach Booker.
    “Well here’s my card. I have another interview in Virginia this evening. I will be in touch.”
    As he was leaving, Coach Booker closed the door behind him and folded his arms. “You need to be quite careful of how you express you gratitude for Bryce. You sound like you are happy he’s dead.”
    “Shit! Not you too Coach?” Trey said slamming his arms on his legs.
    “No. I am not accusing of killing him, not at all. But your nonchalant behavior as if he didn’t matter, it’s a little obvious.” Coach Booker stated. “I know I was rough on you your first few years, but don’t blame Bryce. He did his part, he played the position he had always played. He was a great player, talented.” he cleared his throat and continued. “But you, you’re a hard worker. I’ve seen you study the playbook, go to the gym faithfully. That’s why you earned his position, not because he died.”
    “Coach, I never felt like I mattered til now. I was always his sidekick.” Trey confessed to his coach.
    “Ha, you chose to be his sidekick. This, right here, is the real you Antonio. You’ve put yourself in his shadow because you were afriad it would interfere with your friendship if you both were popular.” Trey thought hard. He realized it was his lack of self-esteem. He tried to out do his friend instead of just being his friend.
    “Now my best friened is gone.” Trey said putting his head in his lap. Coach Booker put his hand on his shoulder.
    “I know you didn’t kill him, Trey. You were angry, but you’re no murderer.”
    ***
      Detective Hart walked back into the station. His mind was filled with questions after speaking with Michele. As he walked in the station he saw up on the bulletin board, a photo of a beautiful young woman with the words missing in bold red colors. He snatched the picture off of the wall and recognized the name. Sevynn Baker.
    “How long has then been up here?” He asked the officer at the front desk.
    “Shit, since around Christmas.” The officer said looking up over her glasses.
    “I’ve been trying to find this woman since December.” Detective Hart folded the piece of paper and put it in his coat pocket. He rushed back out of the door and dialed the number on the flyer. “Hi, is this the mother of Sevynn Baker? This is Detective Hart.”
      Detective Hart pulled up to the drive way of the house where Sevynn’s mother lived. The woman, who looked eerily similar to Sevynn stood in the glass door, holding her arms to shield her from the cold.
    “Have they found my baby?” She asked with red eyes and tear stains on her cheeks.
    “No, how did you discover she was missing?”
    “I went to her apartment because she didn’t come home during break she stays there. No one had seen her. Not a trace.”
    “Have you found her car or any-”
    “Nothing! I keep calling her phone it’s off, it’s been off for the last 3 weeks. I-I just want my child.” The woman began crying again.
    “Ms. you do know your daughter is a part of an investigation, a murder that-”
    “That boy who was killed in October. Really? You are concern over someone who died in October and my child is out there somewhere,