The moment Anthony and I emerged from the tree line and back into the clearing where our restoration work was taking place, Evelyn's head turned toward us with the kind of immediate focus that suggested she had been tracking our approach for several minutes.
"What happened?" she asked, her voice carrying an edge of concern that was unusual for her normally composed demeanor. "Something's wrong."
Her Psychological Insight was probably picking up on the residual stress and adrenaline that both Anthony and I were still processing from our encounter with the gang members. Even though the immediate danger had passed, our body language and vocal patterns would be broadcasting the fact that we had just been in a genuinely dangerous situation.
Before I could formulate a response, President Santos approached from where she had been coordinating with the work crew. Her expression was a mixture of relief at seeing us return and concern about our extended absence.
