I've seen your face and I know who you are now. Be very careful. And then it accelerated. I watched as it disappeared in the corner. The hair on my arms stood up. Who the hell was that? I jumped as I heard a banging noise across the street, my heart in my throat. I let out a relieved breath when I saw Dingledick throw me a glare as he dumped his trash in the recycling. Wrong bin, genius. "Hey!" I called out, striding across his driveway. Crossing his arms in front of him, he looked at me suspiciously. He looked like a giant grumpy cockroach. "What's up, psycho?" He leered at me. "What are you doing in my neighbor's house?" "You know him?" "Of course I know him. Why? You here to suck his soul out? He said he already paid his bill. I already paid my bill so stay out of my property, will you?" What bill? "He said he paid his bill?" "Well, yeah. That morning right after you left harassing me to pay up, he came here to tell me what you did to get your money back so I better pay my bill if I don't want the same thing happening to me too. Psycho," he muttered under his breath. I wanted to kick his micro babymakers, but I needed information from him. I tried a sweet smile. "How did he even know you owe me money?" "He was right there behind you all the time! Hello? What's wrong with you?" Cameron was? "What did he say exactly?" I asked. "As if you don't know." "I hit my head a lot when I was a kid, so you know, sometimes I have this tendency to forget. Why don't you remind me?" He scoffed. "He said he knows this guy who owes you money and you phoned everyone in his life, even his dentist and the girl who does his pedicure." I narrowed my eyes. "Is that right?" "Don't act like you don't know. He came to warn me because he cares about me. He's a good neighbor. Not that you know anything about being one." Idiot. He came to tell you because he was helping me. But that meant... he knew about me even before I met him that day... This was all so confusing. He backed away a few steps. "Don't tell me you came here to harass me next. I already paid my bill." Then he eyed me up and down. And sneered. "You could use a little more here"—he cupped his chest—"but you're pretty when you got make-up on. Make sure you put it on everyday, eh? Just a little advice from a friendly neighbor." The pig. I wanted to dropkick him in the forehead, but I needed more information. I bat my lashes. "Thanks. I could sure use the advice. Thanks." He looked pleasantly surprised. "Yeah?" "Sure. Listen, I'm supposed to meet him"—I pointed at Cameron's house—"at his house five minutes ago. He wanted my shop to fix his vehicle, but he's not answering the door. Have you seen him this morning?" He scratched his head. "Yeah. Late last night, actually. He was throwing a big duffel bag at the back of his vehicle. Some tools. I asked him where he was going, but you know the guy. Tight-lipped son of a bitch. Didn't say nothing to me. Just drove off." "Have you seen a black Ferrari in his driveway or just around your area?" "No, can't say that I did. Hey, you busy tomorrow night or any night this week? Wanna?" He lifted his eyebrows suggestively. Now I sneered at him. "What exactly do you mean by that?" "Oh, come on. You know. Booty call. What do you say?" I wanted to puke at his face. "You have a wife, don't you?" "Well, yeah, but she's pregnant and..." he trailed off. He probably saw the absolute disgust on my face. His brows knitted together.. "You're not even that pretty," he spouted. "Are you telling me you have the right to be choosy? Seriously? You know," he continued, sounding irritated now. "Those garden gnomes you drove over and destroyed? My mom left me those." I curled my upper lip at him and started to walk back to my car. And because he was mean and he was a pig, I called out, "I'd be more worried about that face your mama left you with!" I slid into my car, reversed out of Cameron's driveway, and left Dingledick watching me with his mouth on the floor. I was angry. I drove home with dark thoughts about that black Ferrari. About where Cameron might have gone. About why he would leave just like that without saying anything. What about the deal he manipulated out of me? He had been so tenacious trying to get that deal, and suddenly he just disappeared? Tools, Dingledick said. He was throwing a duffel bag and some tools in his vehicle. Either he had a house to flip or he was running away. And I knew now that he had another vehicle aside from his motorcycle. Didn't he tell me he only had his motorcycle? So why did he want me to drive him around in the first place? I checked my phone again when I got home and before I went to bed. There was still no text from him. Damn, chica. He might just be gone today. He has a life and a business, you know. Tomorrow he might be back or he might even text you tonight. But he didn't. Pride kept me going the whole week. He was gone. Just gone. He kept his phone off, so I couldn't even talk to him. I left him two voicemails. After that I was done. I wasn't going to chase after him. The silent, arrogant prick. It hurt as much as it confused me. Where the hell is he? Is he okay?