Chester’s POV
After all of that drama, the flight back to Arizona was relatively calm and relaxing. No other messages came through the phone and I had successfully smuggled the finger through security. Teddy had the bright idea of taking apart a metal tumbler and filling the lining with ice and the finger, glueing the contraption back together. When I had made it through, I had went to a bathroom and removed everything, getting fresh ice from a kiosk to keep the digit intact.
I would have it embalmed by the morgue when I got back to the pack privately, making sure I could still access the phone. I would have tried to go through and change the biometrics, but I knew none of the passwords for the device. It would take someone tech savvy to do that, and unfortunately I was not.
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