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Product Description Ray Hockaday plays center for the Medicine Hat Tigers in the Western Hockey League. He's spent his hockey career hiding something from the world. When his new Russian room-mate shows up, Ray is assigned to help Vlad get used to life in Canada. What Ray doesn't know is that Vlad is also hiding something. And that secret could get both of them killed. Review "A fun read for anyone who is interested in hockey...enough excitement to keep even the most reluctant reader interested. Recommended." ― CM Magazine "Edge of your seat, hold on to your hat action - just the thing to hook reluctant readers." ― TeensReadToo.com "A page-turner; the kind of book you don't want to put down even when the lunch bell goes." ― Resource Links Book Description Terrified of confrontation, Ray is forced to stand up to danger—both on and off the ice. From the Inside Flap Hockey, fear, crime From the Back Cover Big Frank tapped on my driver's side window with the tire iron. It was a gentle tap, but it sounded like thunder. I shook my head. He lifted his hand. Swung the tire iron down. I barely managed to shift out of the way as it crashed through the window. Pieces of glass sprayed my leather hockey coat and my head. Ray Hockaday plays center for the Medicine Hat Tigers. He's spent his hockey career hiding something from the world. When his new Russian roommate shows up, Ray is assigned to help Vlad get used to life in Canada. What Ray doesn't know is that Vlad is also hiding something. And that secret could get both of them killed. About the Author Sigmund Brouwer is the author of over 20 novels for adults and dozens of books for children. He visits over 150 schools per year to deliver his Rock and Roll Literacy presentation, reaching about 60,000 students per year. Sigmund lives in Red Deer, Alberta. For more information, visit . Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved. Big Frank tapped on my driver's side window with the tire iron. It was a gentle tap, but it sounded like thunder. I shook my head. He lifted his hand. Swung the tire iron down. I barely managed to shift out of the way as it crashed through the window. Pieces of glass sprayed my leather hockey coat and my head.