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Locke Erikson and his brothers needed a way out. Their dad was one mean SOB, and they had to get out of the house before one of them ended up dead. Locke hit the jackpot. It was over a billion dollars, and there was only one winner. Just disappearing and keeping their winnings a secret seemed like the best solution.

Alexandra Grable was down on her luck. Her grandmother, Martha, had been keeping tabs on her and told her she’d be dying soon. Alexandra was hoping that her grandmother would be leaving her enough money to get on her feet. To her surprise, the woman gave nearly everything to Locke, including the responsibility for her care. She didn’t have a penny to her name. What was she going to do when she wore out her welcome….

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August thought that he could watch football year-round. It would get in the way of his life, he knew, but it would be a good way to spend any extra time. He saw his older brothers coming toward him and moved over so that they could squeeze in beside him.
There wasn’t really enough room for all three of them, but they’d make it work. The way the game was going, he didn’t expect them to be sitting much, either. “Who’s out?” August was handed a chili dog while he answered questions.

“That’s not yours. Unless you’ve changed your mind about hot stuff.”
Trading chili dogs with his brother, he bit into the messy dog that was his and moaned.“The cheerleaders are doing a bang-up job. Locke and I could hear them all the way to the concession stand. That’s the way to cheer on the town.” Dusty handed him a wad of napkins and told his brothers that Carol was still out sick. She was their
neighbor’s daughter. August agreed as he finished off his second dog that the cheerleaders seemed to be keeping people pumped up. There was soda, too, but he only drank water. He was actually waiting for them to make fun of him when Locke started yelling and standing
up. It looked like a touchdown for the home team.

“What do you think the score would be if’n you were out there, Locke? Do you think…oh wait, you never got to play your senior year, did you? Something about cheating.” Stanley Cooper crossed his arms over his chest after taunting Locke. August looked at his brother and waited. There would be bloodshed if Locke reacted, and it would be all over Stanley Cooper. “Did you cheat or not? That’s the question, isn’t it?”
“You know as well as everyone around us that there was no one cheating. And I’d appreciate it, Cooper, if you didn’t bring it up every time you saw me.

It was nearly ten years ago. Move on with the rest of us.” Cooper asked Locke if he was telling him what to do. “I wouldn’t do that. Not me. But I think that people are sick to death of you
bringing it up every time there is a game and you see me.”
“Yeah, sit down and shut your trap, Cooper. We’re trying to have a good time here, and you’re messing it up.” There were other members of the crowd telling Stanley to shut his mouth, but it either didn’t get through to him, or he was still the stubborn ass he’d been all his life. “He’s right. You do this every single time. Get over yourself.

The game was over the moment that you went out on the field. Clumsy toss, my ass.”When Stanley took a swing at Locke, all he did was duck down enough so that his fist went wide. And because of him being a couple of steps up and behind them in the bleacher, it knocked him off his feet, and he started to tumble. If not for the quick thinking of Locke, the man would have gone over the back of the fence, and since it was
a parking lot back there, he would have more than likely been hurt badly. Or dead if he’d gone head first.

“Get your hands off me, you cheating bastard.” Locke did let the man go, but he also held on long enough for him to have gotten his balance. Stan’s wife, Darlington, grabbed her husband by his high school jacket that he still wore to every game and told him to sit down. She did this through clenched teeth, and it must have impressed Stan
enough that he sat down and shut his trap.