Chapter 16: Hit Them Hard

"Four balls!" Paola called out. Anakin and his two sidekicks clenched their fists. Did four mean it was over? No. The balls were still bouncing around the pool.  Damon's first shot packed serious power, but he got the angle just right. Nothing flew off the table.  Another ball dropped. Anakin and his men gasped. Then the sixth. The seventh. The eighth. The ninth. Finally, the balls settled. That one shot sank nine balls. Anakin's fists stayed locked as he growled, "Damon Barlow,...