17: the search

Harry sat on his bed, thinking about his conversation with Robert last night. The dimwit really threatened him, and he was beginning to think that maybe he really had something on him because he could have chosen to drive away, but he decided to stop. What was he up to, really? And he did mention to him that he was watching him. Obviously, Robert didn't like him that much, so he believed that he could go as far as watching him. He thought it was silly of him to be laidback and not watch Robert too; he had to be smart. He picked at a piece of paper and twirled a pen between his hands, thinking about the possible ways he could get dirt on Robert, but none were forthcoming.

"I'm watching you," Robert's voice boomed in his head, and he kicked his fist in the air, saying, 'Yes!'

He had figured it out; he was going to pay someone to watch him. The problem now was to get someone who could do the job. But he didn't know who to tell. Or should he tell Get-High about it? He may not agree to do