Chapter 23 A Better Suggestion

• Slamming the doors open that left the man headquarters building, Brice stepped out into the rain. He headed straight for track two. As soon as he turned the corner of the headquarters building, the wind picked up and blasted his face. Cold rain turned into the fluttering of new snow. The flakes beat at his body. Brice welcomed the ice sheet slapping his cheeks. He was so angry his blood had reached a few degrees less than white phosphorus.
• Brice jogged to the tracks. Up ahead, through the rain-snow mixture, he spotted the short gate and the red oval with the field in the middle. After he let himself into the running area, Brice spied Essie standing by the supply shed under a blue umbrella.
• “Hola.” Essie waved him over with a smile.