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    A Hockey Nightmare
    A Hockey Nightmare
    A Hockey Nightmare
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    A Hockey Nightmare

    By Matt Harvey

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    Following his child-hood dreams of playing hockey professionally, Canadian born super star, Steve Horn lands a deal to play for a team in Austria.

    It sounds like the perfect way to start his hockey career.

    That is until Steve realizes European hockey isn’t quite the same as it is in his home country. Not only is his team ran by the mafia, but the dark holds secrets of its own. Steve has to watch his back on and off the ice.

    Strange people start following him home at night, and Steve tries to get to the bottom of it. When he finally realizes what he is facing it's too late. He has found out too much. His new discovery puts his life at risk, and they want him dead.

    Steve finds himself in the race of his life. If they catch him... Well, scoring goals will the least of his problems.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherMirador Publishing
    Release dateMay 7, 2013
    ISBN9781909220249
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      A Hockey Nightmare - Matt Harvey

      A Hockey Nightmare

      By

      Matt Harvey

      Mirador Publishing

      First Published by Mirador Publishing at Smashwords

      Copyright 2013 by Matt Harvey

      Smashwords Edition, License Notes

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      All right reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced or transmitted, in any form or by any means, without permission of the publishers or author. Excepting brief quotes used in reviews.

      First edition: 2013

      Any reference to real names and places are purely fictional and are constructs of the author. Any offence the references produce is unintentional and in no way reflect the reality of any locations involved.

      A copy of this work is available though the British Library.

      IBSN : 978-1-909220-24-9

      Glossary

      Guten tag: Good day

      Zentrum: Center

      Wilkommen: Welcome

      ihre: yours

      hallo: hello

      ciao: bye

      Freut mich dich kennenzulernen: Nice to meet you.

      Je, ze vse: Is that everything.

      Chapter 1

      Steve! Wake up! Isn’t your flight at twelve?

      I gulp, looking at my alarm clock, stuck somewhere between a dream I’m lost in, and the sudden panic of the time, quarter to ten. It’s about thirty minutes to the airport and we’re supposed to be there two hours ahead, so that means I’m already late.

      My stupid alarm! I shout, putting on my clothes. And yeah, it’s at twelve. I look in the mirror and realize my T-shirt is inside-out, but don’t care.

      Let’s go! I yell to my mom. Fortunately I packed the night before, and my bags are all laid out by the door. I quickly go through my backpack, making sure my e-ticket, passport, and PSP are all inside.

      Here, says my mom, handing me a plate with four pieces of toast and jam. Take this.

      Thanks, I say, holding the plate in one hand. With my other hand, I load my hockey bag on my free shoulder and head to the car.

      Mom grabs my sticks, and duffel bag, and before I know it we’re speeding to the airport.

      I laugh to myself, looking at the odometer in the car. This was the first time I’d seen mom speed in a long time.

      You didn’t set your alarm? mom asks, looking at the clock in the car.

      I did! I reply. For nine... I don’t know why it didn’t go off.

      Oh well, she smiles, we’ll make it.

      Mom makes a fast turn, zooming around a corner as we merge on to the highway, her SUV almost tipping to the side.

      The highway is free of traffic, and I begin to relax. There’s no point worrying, I tell myself. But a sudden pang of worry jolts inside me. Not because of the time, but something else. I take a deep breath, and convince myself I have everything I need. But it doesn’t go away. Maybe it’s the thought that I’m going to an entirely different country, where they speak an entirely different language. Or the fact that I’m not going to see my friends or family for at least five months. These new thoughts don’t help me at all. I’m practically shaking when we get to the airport.

      That was quick, I say, looking at the clock.

      Sometimes I make exceptions, mom grins.

      Mom helps take a bag, and I grab everything else and awkwardly run to the check-in. Luckily, the line’s not too big, and soon enough we’re at one of the desks.

      I get my tags, and the lady charges me fifty dollars for an extra bag. I don’t have the time to dispute it, and hand her the duffel bag and cash.

      Alright Mr. Horn, she smiles, please take your hockey bag and sticks to the oversize bag-drop in this direction. And try to get to your gate as soon as possible, they are boarding soon.

      Thanks, I say.

      I look over and see where the oversize bag-drop is, and start running towards it. I put my hockey bag and sticks on the conveyor belt, watching them struggle up the incline. I follow them up as they pass through the plastic drapes. Part of me wishes they’ll stop and come back out, but they keep going through until they’re gone. That’s it, I tell myself, I officially have to go. I take a moment to remember this is a dream I’ve always had.

      Ever since I was a little kid, playing in my basement, or outside on our lake; it all led to this. The dream that one day playing hockey would be my job. I close my eyes and imagine myself on the ice in front of a huge European crowd, listening to them cheering.

      I guess it’s time, I say, turning to my mom.

      Alright, she says, struggling to wipe away a tear.

      I’ll call you at least once a week, I smile.

      Twice, she replies, looking concerned. At least twice.

      OK, I grin.

      I give her a big hug, and notice the time on the flight screen. I better get going, I say.

      Take care of yourself! she calls after me.

      ***

      A ten-hour plane ride gives me plenty of time to take a nap, play my PSP and see a movie. I would’ve expected the flight to feel way longer, but surprisingly time flies by. Before I know it I’m off the plane, and getting my bags. One regular black duffel bag from the carousel, and then I have to head to the oversize section to collect my hockey gear. I get a strange feeling when I realize that for the next five months, everything I have will be in these two bags.

      I watch the man working in oversize, each time going behind a curtain, and coming out with a different item; a set of skis, a huge picture, double strollers. Finally he

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