Page 72 of Six Years
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Maybe I didn’t think this through after all.
New York City is awholelot bigger than I thought it would be, and as it turns out, finding out where someone like Grey Davis lives is far more difficult. People here don’t tell you shit, especially over their beloved ice hockey players. Either they have no idea because, again, big city and such, or they won’t say a thing because you might want to sneak into their house and murder them.
I did, however, find out most of the players of the NYR are living in an apartment complex close to Madison Square Garden. I have no idea where that Garden thing is, or what it is, but Google Maps tells me it’s about a thirty-three-minute walk away from the airport I’m at. I can do that. Though, I will call an Uber because I am not walking around NYC all by myself.
Just as I open the Uber App on my phone, I hear loud shrieks coming from behind me. It’s probably just another celebrity, they seem to be running in and out of the airports here in record time. I look up anyway only to seewhoit is. But when I find a certain hockey team making its way out, I have about two seconds to decide what to do next.
I could walk up there, find Grey’s friends, which are probably all of them since they’re on the same team, but I mean hisbestfriends. They’ll tell me where Grey lives, I hope.
Or I can just follow their bus? Someone’s going to pick them up from the airport, right? Or maybe they will get picked up by loved ones now that they’re back at home.
So the first option it is. Thank god I know their names, just not the faces of the names. Honestly, whenever I watch the games, I only ever pay attention to Grey, the rest doesn’t interest me nearly as much.
Now I just have to find out how to get past the onslaught of security around them. Unless I don’t have to because one of the guys walks up tomeinstead.
The guy has blond hair and a friendly face. At least he doesn’t intimidate me nearly as much as the brunette guy right behind him does.
Both of the guys stop in front of me, creepily staring at me until they exchange a look of confusion.
“You are seeing the same guy as me right, Colin?” the blond guy asks, side-eying me.
Colin. Oh, my god.
Colin looks at me again, humming. “I should’ve paid more attention to the pictures Miles showed us.”
Miles. That’s the guy I already met a while back. Grey’sbest-best friend.
“You know Grey, right?” I ask, ignoring their little confusion. It’s a stupid question, I realize, because, duh, of course they know Grey. He’s on their team.
“Depends on which Grey you’re talking about,” Aaron, the blond one, says, narrowing his eyes at me.
I almost roll my eyes. “Grey Davis.”
Colin nods. “Yeah, heard of him. Why?”
Seriously? “I’m Luan, which I am assuming you already guessed anyway since you walked up to me and were all confused as to where you know my face from. So anyway, I need your help.”
“Grey’s not with us,” Aaron tells me.
“I know, he’s sick.”
Colin’s mouth opens wide before he turns his shock into a grin. “Shit. It’s so great to meet you. Aaron and I were convinced Grey was hiding you from us.”
“He only ever talks to Miles about you because, apparently, Colin and I make his life harder by teasing him about you and all. But you have to know, Grey in love is like as rare as a blue gummy bear in a normal Haribo Goldbears package.”
In love. Yeah, I doubt that’s what Grey is, but I’m not here to crush his friends’ fantasies yet. Or mine.
“Anyway, can you tell me where he lives because I don’t know his address, and nobody here is telling me anything. I mean, I understand why, but it’s annoying as fuck and I don’t want to call Grey to ask because I think he might be asleep and sleep is good while he’s sick, you know?”
“172 Madison Avenue,” Colin answers. “We’d take you there, but we’re heading right to the arena for practice.”
“That’s fine, I was just about to call an uber anyway.”
“Do ask for Miles King though, because chances are Grey isn’t in his apartment but in Miles’s. Or well, he’s asleep and then he won’t even answer the call from the reception.”
“Okay, thank you,” I say and offer them both a genuine happy smile. They just saved my ass here.
