. . .and he's burning mad at the world. He's mad at the family he lost--his parents and sisters viciously killed by a gang in their own home; and he's mad at the foster family that "rescued" him--headed up by a powerful Harlem congressman who sees Eddie as a campaign ploy. Mainly, Eddie is mad at himself, for getting caught by the cops with blood on his hands. Blood he should have washed off right away. He was sloppy this time. It won't happen again. Because Eddie knows the fever that ignites his rage is wasted--unless it's put to use. And he intends to put it to use again and again. . .
