She was out the door just as soon as her wits came back. She'd never seen anything like him and she wasn't exactly used to having novel experiences anymore. She already knew where he was saying and it was no effort at all to follow him, even if it did take her longer than it probably would have taken him. If he could keep it up as long as someone might normally run.

She could have knocked on the door, but she didn't want him running before she'd had a chance to have her say, so she bent down when she got to his door and very quietly picked the lock. She opened the door and eased inside, hearing vague noises in the bedroom that meant she'd caught him before he'd run out of town. She locked the door again and made her way through his apartment.

Barry was tossing clothes into a suitcase and she hid a smile.

"Mr. Allen. I'm afraid you made me into the bad guy back at the club. I was offering you a job, not a prison term."