“What’s goin’ on?” Langley calls from behind me. Great, let’s all have a conversation about this. Compton glances up at me. “You need that seat, man?” I give him a curt nod. To my surprise, he leans around me. “Sorry, Doc. Goalie says move, you move.” Her eyes go wide, lips parted in surprise. “What?” Compton shrugs. “Hey, I don’t make the rules, but I sure as hell follow them. Rule number one in hockey: never touch the goalie. Rule number two: never piss him off. He says that’s his seat, it’s his seat. You gotta move.” “Unbelievable,” she mutters, unbuckling her seatbelt and shoving her soda
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