LORETTA

We hadn't gone up to twenty feet before three men lounging against a graffiti-covered wall straightened. One of them flashed a smile with his yellow teeth. “Well, well... what've we got here?”

Another whistled low, his eyes rolling over me, “Lost, sweetheart?”

The third stepped directly into my path, his gaze lingering far too long. “You don't belong around here.”

Before I could respond, the guard shoved the man back with enough force to make him stumble. “Back off”

The man's smile vanished. For a heartbeat, I thought a fight was about to break out; my fight or flight reflexes kicked into motion, but there was no way I...