The next day, they could tell all about how the candidate became nervous while canvassing her own ward and had called on the police to protect her. It wouldn't win her many votes among the people she needed. It would establish her as one of the uptown crowd. That, she knew, was the kind of image she didn't need.
Taking a deep breath, she decided to bluff it out and walk the three blocks to her car. The young man on her side of the street was staring into the window of a pawn shop as she passed him. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw that he pretended not to see her at all. That worried her. She knew that in this part of town, young men didn't ignore women. They stared frankly, whistled, made crude suggestions, but the one thing they didn't do was ignore them.
She strained her ears to
