Chapter 22

“He, Seaver, knows my name,” I said as we drove away, “but he doesn’t know where to find me.” I repressed a grin as I pictured him combing every alley in the city searching for me.

“Don’t get cocky,” Trent replied. “He’s not the only one working for Wilson. All Wilson has to tell them is that you’re a homeless guy who’s been harassing him and every one of his bodyguards will be on the lookout for you.”

“I doubt they know about the condo.”

“No, but if Seaver saw enough of me before he ran, he knows what I look like and that I was helping you. I’m obviously not homeless, so they’ll start putting two-and-two together. Trust me, if the police know we used to be a couple, Wilson can find out, too.”

“That puts you in their sights. I don’t like it.”