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Four-star point guard. One-on-one champ. Insane skills. Everything was looking up. Until …

After the death of his father in Afghanistan, a fallen basketball phenom with a violent streak struggles to stay above the fray.

Escaping his troubled past―including a deadly 1-on-1 basketball league―Troy Blake confronts his inner demons by working on a commercial fishing boat in the Bering Sea. A year later, having fished the most dangerous waters in the world, he’s a changed man, and no longer resorts to violence to solve his problems.

But just as he meets the right girl, and turns his life around, a gang-related murder on the hardwood back home reignites his fire.

Now, with a thirst for vengeance, Troy drops everything and returns to his border town past to find the killer, embarking on a course of self-destruction that threatens his improbable comeback. With his dream to play college basketball in jeopardy, will he finally

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“Compulsively readable and deeply moving, Infamous 1 is a brilliantly crafted story
of loss and seeking, and the redemptive power of courage.”
– NYC Hoops

AN EXCERPT FROM INFAMOUS 1

“In-fa-mous… In-fa-mous… In-fa-mous…”

It’s the strangest thing. In victory, with hyped-up fans chanting my fake name, instead of basking in the glory and soaking up the shine, I stare at the streak of blood on the hardwood. After a brutal game of one-on-one, it’s smeared across the key like carnage from a cartel shooting.

And there’s blood on my red jersey.

Blood on my shorts.

It trickles from my nose and splatters on the free-throw line.

What a game.

You won’t see this on SportsCenter. A throwdown jam for the win. Crushing punishment. My latest and probably last work of artistry. But then it doesn’t matter. I didn’t come here to win. I came here―

“My brother,” I shout. “… he played his heart out on this basketball court, but lost. Two days later, he was murdered.” Lifting my untucked jersey, I pull a 9mm Glock from the bellyband under my shorts and flash the gun in the air. “For someone here―for the killer―it’s game over. Because I know who you are. And I’ve come for justice.”

Moments ago, a few thousand fans were swarming the bleachers on the other side of the chain-link fence, the steel mesh rising to form a perfect cage above my head.

Now there’s nothing but stunned silence.

A killer?

Here?

All eyes on me.

Gripping the gun, my chest heaves as I stagger across the court. Breathe in, breathe out. It’s the way I’ve been trained to overcome exhaustion. Mental toughness. That’s it. Easy now. You make mistakes when you’re not in control.

Bleed a little.

Bleed.

My twenty-year-old brain slips deeper and deeper into the mindset of a madman. The day of reckoning has arrived. Pointing the gun, I stop at the feet of a player with a black eye and blood oozing from his lower lip. He’s lying in a daze, flat on his back amongst the shards of glass from the shattered backboard.

“Billy trusted you,” I say to Miguel Ángel. “But you betrayed him.”

Miguel is my ex-best friend and former teammate. He’s wearing a flashy yellow and turquoise basketball uniform; number 30, of course. He’s even tied-up metallic Curry shoes for tonight’s epic clash.

Playing to the crowd.

Big mistake.

Last season, before we became enemies, Miguel and me posted a combined average 44 points and 15 assists per game.

Once, we were great.

Once, we were unstoppable.

Once, we were the best backcourt in junior college basketball.

Truth.

But this is where the mind trip begins… because I know… I know I’m going to put a bullet in him. Ten, twenty, thirty seconds from now.