Page 47 of One Bad Idea
I shook my head. "Not yet. I'm supposed to be doing that on Friday."
"Oh." She paused for a long moment and then perked up. "Wait, I know. It wastheirrealtor who showed us the apartment. Jaden probably got the address from her."
Now, this made sense. Yesterday, before leaving their house, Jax had set us up with his own personal realtor to help us find an apartment. And that realtor had shown us exactly one place,thisplace.
Apparently, she'd been so certain that we'd take it, she hadn't planned on showing us anything else. And of course, she'd been totally right. We'd pounced on it like kittens on yarn, especially after she mentioned that the property owners were offering two key incentives – the first month's rent for free and a complete waiver on the security deposit.
In truth, I still couldn't believe our good luck.
"Okay," I said, "but what about Stuart? How wouldheknow where I live?"
"You didn't ask?"
"I didn't have time," I said. "Honestly, I didn't eventhinkto ask until he was already gone."
Cassidy leaned forward on the sofa. "Wanna know what I think?"
"What?"
"I think he's got a tracking device on the truck."
"Stuart?" I had to laugh. "Oh, please, he's not that devious."
"He doesn't need to be devious," she said. "These days, they're super-cheap." She gave a little frown. "He probably has an app right there on his phone. And as you know, hedidlove that truck."
Oh, crap.She could be right. If she was, what would that mean?That Stuart could find me anywhere, any time?It was a distressing thought.
"But wait," I said. "The truck wasn't even here when Stuart showed up."
"So?" she said. "It was parked here all last night, right there in the driveway." She rolled her eyes. "Even Stuart would've known whatthatmeant."
Well, there was that.
Slowly, I turned and looked toward the front of the apartment. From here, I couldn’t see the truck, but her theorydidmake a lot of sense – except for one thing. I turned back to her and said, "But if that were the case, he would've found me yesterday." I forced a laugh. "Or sent someone else to find me."
"What do you mean?" she asked.
"Well, I didn't want to worry you, but…" I bit my lip. "…yesterday, he threatened to call the police. I was almost sure he meant it, too. But then, he didn't. So, I guess I should be thankful, huh?"
Cassidy made a face. It was the same face she always made whenever I said something nice about Stuart. "How do you know hedidn'tcall the police?"
"That's easy," I said. "They never showed up."
Cassidy gave a quiet scoff, but said nothing in reply.
I gave her a perplexed look. "What?"
"Okay, fine," she said. "I didn't want to tell you, but actually…" She winced. "They did show up."
My jaw dropped. "What? When?"
"While you were in the shower."
I looked toward the rear of the apartment.
Quickly, Cassidy added, "I don't mean here. I meant at Jax's house, yesterday."
I was staring now. "You're kidding."
