Grand Slam (The Boys of Summer 3)

“Where’d you go from there?”

“Home.”

“Anyone witness you entering your house?” Irvin asks, while Travis shakes his head.

“Okay, how’d you get to the bar?”

“I drove.”

“And where’s your car now?”

“I’m hoping at the bar, along with my jacket. I was in a hurry to speak to my friend and left my coat inside.”

More scribbling is done, and this time I pull out my cell and send a message to Jeffrey about Travis’s car. I think we need to get it picked up before the police do. He’s not under arrest, so they can’t impound it, but the bar could have it towed.

“How’d you get to the police station?”

“Uber,” he says. “I need to use the restroom.” Travis exits, leaving us all a bit dumbfounded.

“This woman sounds like she’s been scorned,” one associate says.

“You can’t say that. She was raped last night,” another says.

“That’s what she’s claiming. Doesn’t mean it was by our client.”

“Are you calling her a liar?”

“No, I’m simply stating it wasn’t our client who did it.”

This ping-pong match goes back and forth until Travis walks back in. He’s run some water through his hair, taming it slightly. When he returns to his seat, he picks at his food a bit more.

“Saylor, does Travis have any charity events coming up?”

I already know that he doesn’t but pick up my phone anyway and go through his calendar. “No, but I can get him on the list for some. Jeffrey will think it’s a good idea. We don’t want Travis hiding from the public.”

“Or answering questions. Right, Travis?” Irvin’s voice is stern. Travis nods in agreement and hopefully he’ll obey his attorney.

“I think, until the rape kit comes back and the DA moves forward, we have everything.” The associates gather their things and start to exit the room, but Irvin stays behind. “I don’t have to remind you that cooperating is in your best interest, but you will do so only if I’m by your side. Do not talk to or engage the media, fans, or anyone else regarding this matter. In fact, it’s best that you ignore everyone except the people who are paid to protect you.” Irvin stands and moves toward the door, only to look back at Travis. “And don’t think about leaving town. Doing so would only raise suspicion that you’re guilty.”

“I’m not, though. I didn’t touch her.”

“I know, Travis.”

Irvin walks out, shutting the door once more. There’s awkwardness between us. It’s personal and not work related.

“I should get back to the office. I’ll call you with your schedule.”

“Saylor, wait.” He reaches for my arm, keeping me stationary. “Can I come over tonight? After Lucy has gone to bed. We need to talk.”

I pull my arm away. “There’s nothing to talk about.”

We take a break from our off-season vacation to bring you some important news regarding left fielder Travis Kidd.

Earlier this morning, Kidd was spotted entering the police station. At the time, there wasn’t any word as to why he was there. However, outlets are reporting that Kidd voluntarily went in for questioning in connection with a reported rape.

Attempts to reach Kidd have been futile, and the Renegades organization is refusing to comment.

Irvin Abbott, private counsel for Kidd, had this to say: “The truth will come out in due time. Right now, my client is upset and is asking for privacy. We feel that the state’s attorney is being presumptive, and his press conference earlier this morning is nothing more than a witch hunt against my client. We will hold our own very shortly.”