"Warrawarra," Evalena stated flatly, making an impressive job of rolling R's and pouring coffee simultaneously. She took a look at me. I had shown up at her door unexpectedly-well, sort of, since she always knows anyway-earlier that morning. I had barely managed to take a shower and put on some jogging clothes and sneakers. I had tied my wet hair into a braid, hidden it under a ball cap, glanced one more time at the phone, wondering where Gabe could be at the moment, and rushed out ...