Neal had never been the paranoid type, but he was fairly sure this wasn't paranoia. A week or so ago he'd helped Peter out on a briefing; a man was about to lose his house because of sleazy dealings by some 'investment group'. It was stuff they'd handled before. He hadn't noticed anything for the first few days, but now he was sure: he was being followed. Not constantly, but they were there.
He was home now, wondering what to do. BB was out somewhere, and Peter was with Elizabeth. Frankly, he didn't trust anyone else. Maybe Garcia? This was actually new territory for him.