The last thing she grabs is her phone. Then she heads out.

He watches as the man tosses him his keys to the room and sets the safe in his own car. He nods to Bex, getting in and driving off. Bex tosses the front desk his keys, saying he is permanently moving out before walking back to his car and driving off.

She calmly looks up an app on her phone, checking Bex's information to check where he is.

He drives for about 4 hours, stopping at the 4-hour mark to fill up on gas and food. He continues on, driving a few states over.

It claims he's at his house, but when she checks he's not there.

He drives up to a hotel, paying cash for a nights stay. He quickly walks up to his room, stepping in and dropping one of his suitcases on the bed and locking the door behind him. He closes the blinds and sits down, opening his suitcase and checking up on his men.

When he checks in, her app updates, showing his real location. Her eyes narrow in anger.

(He's onto her ;) your gonna have to chase him down)

He laughs at a joke one of his men on the phone tell, he quietly shuts his laptop, changing into more comfortable pants and sliding under the cool sheet. He says goodbye to the others, hanging up.

She takes her motorcycle and drives out. She's going over the speed limit, but not enough so she'll be pulled over. She shoots towards his location.

He stares at the ceiling, knowing that girl is probably after him right now. He sighs, knowing he'll have to be doing some work tomorrow to get further from her.