He nodded at the players again and said, “Tell me what you see.” “What do you mean?” “You notice everything, Dean. That’s why I always said you should be a goalie. I saw you arrive when practice started, which means you’ve been here a while. So tell me what you see.” To Alex’s utter surprise, Bedley took a small notepad and pencil out of the pocket of his GH-branded windbreaker. “What?” Alex huffed a laugh of disbelief. “Are you serious?” Bedley waited for him, pencil poised above his notepad. “Okay.” Alex leaned forward in his chair, elbows on his knees. “That guy—” He pointed at a tall dude
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