"It's been my experience that the more people who know something, the greater the chance there is that someone'll let something slip," I reply. "You don't tell people you're moving. You make excuses for why you can't meet at your place. Either that or you make excuses why you have to stay at theirs. You stay in well-populated areas. You lie. You... Well, you lie a lot."

I swear, this was all a lot easier when she could just hop on a plane and fly across the country, well out of Osborn's grasp. Manhattan's a pretty big island, and he's had no trouble finding her there -- she almost doesn't stand a chance here, precautions or not. For obvious reasons, I don't share that detail.

"You're forgetting something."