I didn't have a spare second to offer Eva White a detailed explanation of where I had been. The blonde youth I had just sent sprawling into the dirt was already scrambling back to his feet, his face twisted in a mask of humiliated rage. As he stood, two of his companions—clad in the kind of expensive, slim-fit designer gear that suggested they spent more time at the gym than at a job—pushed through the surrounding circle of spectators to flank him.
"You have no idea what you just did, do you?" the first one spat, his voice trembling with a mixture of anger and disbelief. "Do you even know who the hell I am? You think you can just lay a hand on me in front of everyone?"
"Hit him!" Eva White shouted from behind me. She was practically bouncing on the balls of her feet, her small fists clen
