Chapter 11

“Where did you park?” Reid asked. Michael pointed to the lot half a block down, and Reid told him that his car was there, too. When they got to the lot, Reid said, “I’ll follow you back to your place.”

“Honestly, I’m quite able to take care of myself if he does show up. Which is problematic at best.”

“I’m still following you,” Reid replied adamantly—and he did. When Michael pulled into the underground parking garage, Reid found a space in the outside visitor’s area for his car, wondering if Michael would go straight up to his condo or come looking for him.

He was relieved when Michael joined him a moment later, saying, “See. I got home with no problems. It’s safe for you to leave, now.”

“Not until I make sure the guy’s not lurking inside somewhere.”

“Reid,” Michael said, sounding exasperated.

“I mean it.”

“All right.” Michael heaved a sigh as he let them in through the back door, and then led the way to the elevator.