The phone rang three times before Neal answered, "hey Burke, what's up?" he asked over the faint sound of traffic in the background.

"Caffrey," Peter spoke, "where are you?" His tone was hard and cold.

"June's house," Neal answered casually.

"Really?" Peter looked around Neal's apartment, then glanced down at the anklet that was hanging in his fist, "I'm at June's house."

"Oh,"

Peter sighed angrily.

"Peter, I can explain."

"Neal," he cut him off, "I don't think an explanation is going to cut it. Where are you?"

The silence on the other end of the line was his answer.