Trey sat in his room and stared at the wall. Two days after the team meeting and he was feeling completely forgotten and inadequate.
Annie had no trouble getting volunteer work at the shelter. Bert brought in her reports, but all they said was the janitor was being treated as a hero for driving off a g**g of thieves. Annie was watching him, but didn't expect anything to develop so soon.
Jimmy worked the street checking in with the youth g**g he had once run with. He'd quit the g**g by having Dan "arrest" him. Now he spun tales of time behind bars and a capricious parole officer. He didn't learn anything new either.
Dan simply practiced his martial arts and meditated. Trey couldn't get his mind to slow down enough for effective meditation. He would listen to his breathing while his bra
