He had no idea what kind of backup I had. I dashed to the door, locked it behind me, grabbed my phone and my purse, and threw on a heavy, wool jacket. *** I knew Brandt was out in the lot as I swiftly made my way to my car, locked myself in, and headed out on Interstate 75 to Lewis Campbell’s house. I kept checking my rearview mirror as I drove, wondering if this nasty habit would be with me forever. The last time I was trailed, it didn’t end up so well. My GPS had me turning into an upscale development. To my luck, the gate was open and no one was in the small guardhouse, either. Shades of Luke’s condo snuck back into my head as I eyed the huge, brick homes that lined the street. Lewis’s house was at the end of the cul de sac. I parked on the street, collecting my thoughts. What might I tell him? The man didn’t know me from Eve. I decided to call him first to let him know who I was and that I'd parked outside of his house, hoping Audrina had told him who I was. I looked around for any suspicious vehicles—who knew who Brandt had follow me? It was also highly possible McQueen’s men were lurking about, too. It was dark and hard to tell who was there, if anyone. I decided to take no chances, punched Lewis’s number into my phone, and hoped for the best. Luckily, he answered on the second ring. His voice was soft with a hint of fatigue. I pleaded my case, and he agreed to see me. Before I left the car, I glanced in the rear-view mirror, smoothed my hair, and put some lip-gloss on.