“Guess who was arrested last night?” she whispers. “Ben. He just met with Fields about it. Debbie told me.” I blink. “Arrested?” It has to be a mistake. Ben is too smart for that. “He hit some guy at the party,” she says, “and the guy is a friend of Fields’. He won’t even explain why he did it. All hell is breaking loose.” I stare at her, speechless. Ben didn’t go back into the event last night for Miss Universe at all. He went in to kick Webber’s ass.
