The flat was cheap, a main area with kitchenette systems and a door leading to what looked like a bedroom; two smaller doors probably led to a closet and a bathroom. There were more people in the room than Chase had expected: the two toughs, their backs to the door and their eyes on the sprawled youth; an older man, maybe Chase's own age, dressed slightly better than the rest; Cara just kneeling down to help the youth who'd been hit; the kid himself, who looked to be in his late teens and reveling in it; and two boys of similar appearance who were just standing up. They all turned as Chase rapped twice on the door and stepped in.