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(Delirious POV)
I slowly opened the door to Greg's house. I expected noises, panic, voices, but the only things that welcomed me were lights and silence. I quickly checked my gloves and my bags cloth on the boots, preventing any footprints left behind, before doing any steps further. Listening very closely for any signs of Greg's presence, I pulled out my gun.

My eyes widened when I walked into the living room and I saw dead Greg on the ground near the broken window. Putting two and two together, my lips curled into a smile. I felt proudness towards Evan.

He did it, he fucking did it. How?

I quickly kneeled down, took out the bullet from his chest, avoiding the blood on the ground, and then ran to my van. Right at the moment I closed the back door, I saw police cars and ambulance stopping in front of the house.

This is done. All I need to do now is find out who is higher then Mark and Jack, who's giving them the orders.

On the way to my house, I turned on my listening device.

"...but I-I'm tired now." I heard Evan's voice.

"Really? What are you tired from?" The other voice asked, and I frowned.

That's the agent fucker. What is he doing there?

"David... why won't you visit us tomorrow? Or is there something on your mind not letting you sleep?" Mark asked with his deep voice.

"I was at Craig's house. You hurt him, Evan."

Don't you dare pull out the emotions.

"Who cares?" Evan replied, and I was so proud with the tone of his voice.

He sounded completely uninterested, even though I knew he had to suffer. He cared about Craig more then about anything else.

"I have a few question for you. It's gonna be better if you come with me without any drama."

I should have killed that agent a long time ago.

"Why?" Mark asked.

"Should I call for some backups? You're suspect in robbery of LA City Bank, we found your fingerprints there."

Wait, what?? Fuck! I forget about that, you can't be serious! I killed every single person in there, I took care of cameras, I successfully escaped before police arrived, and now you tell me I forgot about something like this? Like a fucking amateur! I'll need to get there and destroy it.

"I'm sure that's gonna be some mistake. Gustavo didn't find anything," Mark said.

Alright, Mark is on our side. This means he started to trust Evan?

I stopped the van on the usually spot, when I saw somebody standing in front of my door. That somebody saw me, walking towards me.

"I want to know what were you doing there, Evan. I know you were there. Was is you? Did you kill them?" Agent asked, and I quickly turned off my listening device, so Tyler wouldn't suspect more then he already did.

I sighed, getting off the car.

I'll need to take my things after Tyler is gone. He can't know what am I doing, that would be ridiculous.

"Hi," he greeted me, and I just nodded, going straight to my house.

"Where were you?" He asked suspiciously, and I unlocked the door.

"Why are you here?" I answer him with another question.

"Don't fucking avoid me! Why did you rob the city bank? Do you need money? I thought we're in this shit together, man." I heard his voice behind me.

I turned around to see him right in front of me. He looked quite tired, I had a feeling he hadn't slept well for a few days.

"We have never been in this together. I'm working alone," I replied.

"Don't pull this bullshit on me again! Did that FBI agent shithead threatened you again? I can take care of myself too."

Why do you want to be in contact with me, Tyler? I'm not perfect company for human beings.

"So is this about it? Or it's something else?" He kept asking.

"None of your damn business, Tyler. What are you doing here anyway? It's three in the morning." I crossed my arms.

"Well... I came here asking for your help."

"Help? It's about Craig again?" I replied and pointed at the door.

"Close it," I mumbled, walking into the kitchen.

I don't have time for this. I need to know what's going on with Evan.

"Kind of. His house got burned down or some shit. He... he wanted to go to Evan but he's still pretty mad at him. He didn't have anywhere to go, except his parents, so he went to me."

As much as I was interested in Tyler's problems, I got problems on my own. I had to sleep at least six hours, I had to help Evan, find out who was that fucker that was giving Mark orders, and rescue Evan.

"Get to the point," I said and opened the fridge.

"Can I sleep here?" He asked suddenly, and I looked at him confused.

"Excuse me?"

"Craig's at my place, and I get nowhere to go."

You gotta be kidding me.

"I can give you keys to my other houses," I said slightly pissed off.

"I promise, I won't be any bother to you! You won't even know I'm here."

"Why can't you sleep at your place? I don't understand," I leaned against the wall, while he sat down.

"Because I'm done listening to his words about fucking Luke, seriously."

"You already know who that Luke is?" I asked instead.

"He has a fucking date with him today. I think I'll let him go, that was your idea anyway. I can't be his friend, that's too hard."

"Make up your damn mind, Tyler. First moments you're all I love him, then next second you're letting him go," I mumbled, angry because I couldn't listen what was going on with Evan.

"Where can I sleep?" He asked, looking around.

"I'll give you the keys from my other house, you're not sleeping here," I said, pushing myself of the wall.

"Why not?" He asked confused.

"Because this is my privacy that you're invading right now."

"Just a night or two, please."

"Why don't you want to sleep at my other places? You know what? For that time I'm gonna go there, no big deal," I announced, walking towards the door.

Perfect opportunity to finish what I need.

"Wait! I... I don't want to be here alone."

I stoped in the walking, turning at him confused. I couldn't believe what he just said, that wasn't something Tyler would say.

"I know you can't understand that but my heart is aching so fucking bad, and the last thing what I need is to be somewhere alone. I know you've done so much shit for me, but could you do this?"

I have to help Evan, but I guess his presence won't get in my way. He respect my privacy.

"Please," he tried again.

"Fine. Night or two, but get me those photos of Luke as soon as possible, ok? You can take my couch." He nodded and smiled after my words.

"Thank you."

I know you're gonna repay me one day. I have to check on Evan though.

I didn't respond, walking to my room. I locked the door behind, opening my laptop. After turning on a few applications, my monitor showed me a room with Evan in it. He was sitting on the bed with his head in his hands. That position screamed out his desperation, his confusion, I felt my heart raced.

I'm coming Evan, just stay strong a little while longer!