That was a small comfort. His fingerprints and boot prints were found all over the apartment. He was getting angry and careless and dangerous, which made the fact that the police still couldn't find him all the more frustrating. But, to Blake’s surprise, Ivy was surprisingly calm. She seemed to face this new attack with a detached determination. He was proud of her. They left her paint-stained bedroom and the police behind. There were no tears from Ivy, no worries. They had a party scheduled for that night and Ivy refused to cancel. She told Blake she wanted to go out and so they left and went back to Blake’s apartment to change before the party. One of Blake’s biggest sponsors, RedHot Energy Drinks, had resigned him to an even bigger contract and there was a party that night for it. “I want to go,” she said with a smile as the drove to his place. Blake hired extra security for his building. Now there was a burly ex-Marine bouncer sitting on Blake’s couch ready to deal with Darryl if he stopped by to leave another camera lying around.
