Kamara threw down the dunk, and the score was knotted up, 8–8.
The emcee's voice cracked with disbelief. "You've GOTTA be kidding me—that mystery fan just threw it DOWN! Did everyone see that?! Where'd this guy come from?!"
After Kendrick cleared the ball, Malloy had barely started to move when Kamara suddenly came alive—striding up, shadowing Malloy so tight he was stuck to him. Malloy sprinted flat out, cut, doubled back, threw everything he had into it—and couldn't shake the figure behind him by so much as half a step. Alarm and confusion churned in him: this fat guy… how'd he get quick and nimble all of a sudden?
