Rohan slammed the guy against the Trans Am's door. "Who paid you?"

"Some dude. Came to the Go-Cart track where I work." The man he described, white, average height, short brown hair, jeans, jean jacket could have been any one of a million people.

Rohan tossed him away. The driver fell on his ass, threatening lawsuits. Ro turned back with a cold smile. "You're going to forget this ever happened or I will find you. Got it?"

The driver threw up his hands. "Yeah, man. ...