‘Pitbull’ Terri’s POV
I headed straight for Colin’s office after breakfast and asked him for his phone.
“You’re not going to do something illegal with it? I need my phone Terri, I won’t have you messing around with it and getting me in trouble,” he states plainly.
“I need to download some tracking software.”
“Why aren’t you using your phone?” he says as he hesitates handing me his precious phone.
“Because the person I’m going to have you track is me. I’m wearing a tracking device,” I stick out my tongue to show him the new titanium bar. “Same premise as Caly’s. New trackers are so sensitive that the GPS will record even minute movements in a house. If I stop moving, I’m tied up or imprisoned,” I tell him without adding the third option, the most likely option, that I’m dead. As it is
