"By the time I caught up, the man was facedown with Daniel on his back, as if he'd knocked him flying clear off the porch. Knocked the radio from his hand, too. It lay a few feet from the man's outstretched fingers. "Moreno?" The other man's voice came over the radio. "What's up now?" The man--Moreno--lifted his head to answer. Daniel slammed his face into the ground so hard I winced. A moment of silence, then the other man sighed and disconnected. "Guess you made one too many unnecessary calls," Daniel said."