But when he hangs up without a word, slides his phone in his pocket and takes a step forward, I take a step back. Growing up in the Preserve has sharpened my instincts, and standing in a dark corridor with this man gives me the same sense of unease as hearing a leaf crunch on the forest floor, or a howl in the distance. He might not be much of a made man, but it feels like I’m face to face with a predator.
