Miles continues to be hesitant about my returning home, even after I assure him that Garnar’s outburst isn’t anything I haven’t already been used to hearing before.
He insists on stepping out into the hallway first, checking both directions before then leading me outside. We walk together, close but not touching all the way to the parking lot. He stays with me all the way to my car, then glances under it like it might have been tampered with.
Now that I’m looking, I notice Miles’s security men in their dark suits scattered throughout the parking lot around us. I guess he always needs a security detail now.
“Everything looks okay,” Miles says. “If anything happens when you are in that house, call the police first and me second. I’ll break every speed limit in the city to get to you.”
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