Knock, knock.
The knocking broke the silence. Reed didn't turn around; he simply said, "Come in."
Veach entered the office, carefully closing the door behind him.
"Coach! Did you see that?" Veach could hardly contain his excitement.
Taking two steps in one stride, Veach reached the floor-to-ceiling window, his face full of delight. "Look, over there, Frank Clark."
"I'd heard before that he's a troublemaker, with a particularly bad temper. While he rarely starts trouble, if anyone provokes him even slightly, he'll lose control immediately—his fists always move faster than his brain."
"In the Seahawks' locker room, he clashed with Earl Thomas more than once. Even though people said Earl Thomas was the real problem, it's always been a concern."
From what the rumors suggest, Frank Clark is a man who believes in strength—
Or rather, his own fists.
