The next morning, Knox sits in the back booth at Joe’s Diner, the only place in Stonebridge where the walls are plastered with more hockey posters than there are people eavesdropping. Faded images of NHL legends , their faces cut in the photo posters, in mid-slapshot. 

The diner’s fluorescent lights shun faintly, casting a slight glow over the red vinyl seats. Knox is drumming his fingers slightly on the sticky tabletop. His leather jacket is slung over the back of the booth, and his dark ...