“Do you think Coach sent Beck to spy on us?” Kaplan asks on the way up north. The three of us laugh at that absurdity. “You have more chance of Kole ratting one of us out, and he loves me,” I say. “You weren’t here the last two years when Beck was one of us,” Simms says. “Trust me. He’s the least of our worries. He’ll always be a man child.”
