“Everything?” Tate tilted her head at him and he knew she was thinking about him blabbing to the UPS man about Chuku Moore. Troy scowled, knowing that Tate always wanted to get the truth about things out on the table. He didn’t want her to bring the Falcons jerseys into the whole thing, and he bet she knew that. “What do you mean, ‘everything’? Just tell her about who you think is doing all this.” Tate sighed. “Well, we think someone is behind all this. Someone wants the football program to go down.” “Down?” Troy’s mom furrowed her brow. “Finished. Ended.” Tate drew her fingers across her throat. “No more. Remember when Seth got hired? The team had a losing streak a mile long.” Troy’s mom narrowed her eyes. Tate kept going. “We think someone wants the football program to end so the district will demolish the stadium and the property can be used for a development. If they’d kept losing, no one would care when the football stadium got torn down.” “What development?”
