Davie woke to the sound of voices. It took him a minute to figure out it was Vin and, he presumed, the two guys who had been sleeping when they arrived back at the shelter.
“You want to know the good spots?” one of the guys said. “Try close to downtown. It’s a walk, but worth it.”
“Or go east of here about ten blocks. There’s an artsy area where people don’t seem to mind us if we don’t get pushy,” the other kid said.
“That sounds better to me,” Vin replied. “As soon as my friend wakes up and I’m sure he’s okay, we might try it.”
“What happened to him?”
“A punk decided he wanted to play tough guy. He didn’t know I was around. He took a swing at him with a baseball bat. My friend didn’t duck fast enough and got a blow to the head.” Vin chuckled low. “I got the bat away from the punk and
