Blake swallowed, unable to tear his eyes away from the menacing red dot.
'What the hell is he doing there?'
He pushed himself up from the bed and began pacing, his mind racing through every possible explanation.
There was nothing there.
Nothing worth seeing.
Nothing worth stealing.
Nothing at all.
But maybe that wasn't such bad news.
"He's a crazy bastard," Blake muttered under his breath. "That's no secret."
With a heavy sigh, he bent forward, rubbing his temples.
"I can't call him. If I do… who knows how he'll react." He paused, jaw tightening. "It'd be too much of a coincidence."
He straightened slowly, the dull throb in his temples getting stronger.
Zero.
After all the weeks of reckless interactions, he had finally dragged Myles's favorability up to 0.
Whatever that meant to Myles' feelings, it didn't matter because distance was the fastest way to destroy it all.
Blake glanced again at the red dot on the screen.
Right on top of his house.
