Ba-dump.
Ba-dump.
Ba-dump.
'What the? What about Anthony?'
Blake's heartbeat abruptly sped up.
'How did he even barge into the conversation? No, what, this is way too random...'
His raised eyebrow stayed exactly where it was as he looked at Zlatan.
"...No."
He answered almost immediately.
"Anthony doesn't know anything at all."
He tilted his head.
"But, why are you asking? Did it seem like I was working with him? I never involved him into any of it."
Zlatan rested his chin against his intertwined fingers.
"Because even before Myles got to know you, he had already tailed me several times."
Blake's eyes widened.
"What?"
For a split second, he wanted to deny it outright.
'That's impossible. Anthony? Following this guy?'
He didn't want to entertain the idea but, realistically, what would Zlatan gain from inventing something so oddly specific?
Nothing.
There wasn't any point.
Blake slowly lowered his gaze.
"I'm not sure why Anthony would spy on you."
