"Not far from the park, I think." Blake answered coolly, completely oblivious to his sister's alarm. "Uh, geeze, he's new, gimme a sec to remember. Laurence... Mizow-... Miskow-... Something Polish, Idunno. But whatever, the guy is a hack. He'll never teach karate in this state again. The least he could have done was come up with a better story, like, the guy had a gun or something." He took a sip of his milk, continuing to mutter, "Freakin' werewolf, unreal."