Phoebe's POV
After Harold dropped me off in the fancy neighborhood, I heard him tell Alistair from the backseat, "Start checking out houses near Clearwater University tomorrow."
Alistair looked surprised but nodded. "Sure thing."
I figured he was probably thinking Harold would likely snag the house right next to wherever I ended up moving.
I had no idea about any of this. The next morning, I fired up my motorcycle and headed to Harriet's.
When Harriet came downstairs, I tossed her a helmet. "Let's go," I said. "Time for some fun."
Harriet looked tired - she'd obviously had a rough night. She'd been worrying that everything was just some crazy dream.
My call that morning had helped calm her nerves. Her brother really had tracked her down, and he really had sent someone decent to watch out for her. Now that someone was standing right in front of her.
