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"It appears you didn't give your little plaything a proper lecture on safety first, turning her phone off and such things. Marcus was able to track her easy enough."
Slowly, he turned to look at Megan. Her confusion showed on her face, and her brows furrowed slightly as she took in his posture, tight jaw, and immediate fear. He held up a finger to his lips, silently telling Megan to be quiet, tapped the speaker icon on his phone and spoke slowly.
"Excuse me, say again?"
"Oh, for crissakes Ford, I know your little game. You didn't tell your latest plaything to turn her fucking phone off, and now we all know she's up there. So, I want to know what the fuck is going on in MY house, and I want to know now."
He mouthed to Megan, "Where's your phone?"
Immediately her hands flew to cover her mouth, her eyes grew round, and she sat straight up. Slowly she rose to her tender feet and hobbled to her bedroom. He followed her silently, and when they entered the door, he watched as she pulled her cell phone from the top of her purse, already turned on and emitting signals for all the world to track.
He snatched it from her hand and turned it off, though it was a bit late now. His focus back on Tamra, he tried to lie. Smooth as silk he replied, "Tamra, I'm not sure what shit you're on these days or how much of it, but this is MY house, and it always will be. You don't live here, and you never really have. You also will never live here; of that, I will promise. Now, I don't know what or who Megan is, but you need to get off the shit and start thinking straight. Am I clear?"
Laughing sounded on the other end of the line, and he heard Stephano bark at her to hang the fuck up. The line soon went silent, and he turned to Megan, tried like hell to soften his face, but that proved to be impossible.
"What the hell, Megan? I told you to keep your phone turned off. How long has it been on?"
The tears flowed down her cheeks, and her soft full lips trembled. "Since this afternoon. I tried calling Jolie after you stormed out of the house. Then I thought I'd pack and leave since I seem to make you so angry, but I couldn't get a signal. I went downstairs to grab my clothes, and that’s when I heard them. You. And got scared and bolted. I'm so sorry. I forgot."
He took in her room. Her bag was on the bed, filled with clothes. Her purse was sitting alongside, and it did indeed look like she'd been planning on leaving, and that thought sat like a hot stone in his belly. She was going to leave.
He turned slowly, left the room, and immediately sat at his computer. Making sure all of the systems were in place and turned on, he picked up his phone and dialed his friend, Rory.
"Yeah."
"I may have a problem." He filled Rory in on the situation and closed his eyes as he listened to his friend tap on his keyboard.
"Yep, Marcus is in town, but that could just be because he has to report in to Stephano. It could also be because he's hoping to see Megan or Waylon or both."
"Right. I've got to give this some thought. I was going to leave tomorrow morning to go back to South Pass and find Bobby Ray. I can't leave her here alone, and I don't want to take her. I'll give you a call later once I've had some time to process this and figure out what I'm going to do."
"Yep. In the meantime, let me see if I can ping her phone. Do you have your scramblers on?"
"Yeah." He raked his hand through his hair once more, trying to keep the bile quickly souring his stomach to settle. He turned Megan's phone back on so Rory could try to ping it.
Megan disappeared into her bathroom, and his eyes scanned his computer screen, looking for any signs things looked amiss.
"Yeah, I got it, Ford. Its signal is weak, but your scramblers aren't completely scrambling her signal. What do you think the odds are that they put something on her phone to make tracking her easier?"
"Fuck, I didn't think of that." His stomach twisted.
"Okay, so log on to Jared's site and type in this IP. 234.342.777.365S. Then put Megan's phone number into the search box. It'll tell you if there's anything in her phone tracking her."
Typing furiously, he added her number and watched the mind numbing little circle turn, fear crawling into his very core. A bright red box appeared on the screen that said in all capital letters BUGGED.
"Fuck. She's been tracked. I should have thought of that. Goddammit."
"Destroy the phone. I don't know what they're using, and we don't have the time to figure it out. Smash the damned thing into pieces and keep Jared's software up. It'll disappear when the phone is no longer traceable."
Jumping up from his chair, he practically ran to the garage and pulled a hammer from his toolbox. He wrapped her phone in a shop rag and began smashing her phone into tiny pieces, letting his anger fly.
Walking back into the living room to check his computer, he watched as the red box disappeared. “The tracking box disappeared. Can you try to ping it again?"
Typing on the other end sounded, and he looked up to see Megan still hadn’t come out of the bathroom. She was probably scared and mad as hell at herself. It was a careless mistake but one that his own son had made more than once, which is why the scramblers had come into play. But, in this case, it didn't matter, they were tracking her anyway.
"Nope, no signal now. What are you going to do?"
"I think we'll leave tonight. Heading back to South Pass. The sooner I find that piece of shit Bobby Ray June, the sooner we'll all be safe. By the way, Megan told me Waylon stole drugs from Marcus, so those are floating around somewhere too. My hope is finding Bobby Ray will find Waylon, and the drugs and Megan will be safe. It's a lot of hopes I have right now."
