Chapter Three: The Discarded

Danny Ward was moving frozen cod at Greyport's east docks when Lin Che appeared at the warehouse door in a suit. “Buying fish,” Danny asked, “or showing off your severance money?” He was broader than five years ago, and heavier. His fluorescent work jacket covered shoulders like a wall. Trousers hid the surgical scar, but a slight drag remained in his right step. “I'm offering you a contract.” Danny dropped the crate onto a pallet. “I don't play anymore.” “You scored four in the dock league last Sunday.” “Exercise.” “The third was a left-footed chip after you beat the offside line.” Danny's face hardened. “You investigated me?” “The pub posted a terrible video. Your timing hasn't changed.” “My knee has.”