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“I don’t know. What’s a GPS transmitter?” She laughed. “I hope I don’t have to act like an automotive genius around you.”
Dylan narrowed his eyes. “No. However, there was a GPS transmitter attached inside your rear passenger wheel well. Usually people put them inside the car so they don’t get as easily damaged.”
She shrugged. “So does that GPS thingy come with the car? Because I really don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Most cars these days can be tracked through On-Star, if the model is new enough. However, sometimes people buy an inexpensive transmitter and attach it to their late-model cars so that, if it’s ever stolen, it can be tracked.”
“Wait a minute. Are you saying that someone was tracking my car?” Terror filled her mind, body, and soul. Fuck. Had Marcus been tracking her since she left? Her brain went directly into fight-or-flight mode. All she could think about was running so Gabriel and Nathan would be safe.
Dylan shook his head. “No. I’m not saying that at all. I’m saying that when you brought the vehicle in, there was a GPS transmitter in the rear passenger wheel well that we accidently dislodged and might have broken. I can’t speak to anyone tracking you. Not at all. It might have been on the vehicle when you bought it, unless you got this car brand new.”
“No. I bought it six years ago.” Suzanna looked around her immediate space as if her worst nightmare was about to unfold and crush her. She turned and stared out of the garage, looking, searching anywhere, everywhere for Marcus’s car. She saw nothing to indicate he was anywhere nearby.
She whirled back to Dylan and pegged what must have been a completely panicked look in his direction. He looked concerned when she asked, “Listen, how does it work, this GPS thingy?”
Clearing his throat first, he said, “The signal from the transmitter is individual. It can be tracked with a computer or a smart phone—” She closed her eyes. He paused and asked, “Hey, are you okay? You look like you’re about to have a heart attack.”
Suzanna took a deep breath and calmed down. She opened her eyes again. “I’m fine. You’re probably right. It was likely on the car when I bought it. It probably fell off because I’ve had this car for over six years, and it was already four years old when I got it.”
“We have the serial number information from the GPS unit itself. We can check to see if it’s still active.”
“How?”
“You have to replace the battery after a few months if the transmitter isn’t wired to your car battery. This one wasn’t. Which means it’s highly unlikely it would still be working after six years with the original batteries.”
She breathed out a sigh of relief. “Okay. Yes. Please check. That would be great.” She was embarrassed to have had what amounted to a panic attack in front of Gabriel’s mechanic friend. He’d find out and she’d have to explain in detail how utterly foolish she’d been.
Dylan nodded to the other mechanic, who took off toward the office, presumably to check the status of the alien transmitter on her car. He then looked down at his clipboard.
“While he checks it out, is it okay if we take a look inside your glove box for anything missing? Then we can finalize the insurance paperwork.”
“Sure.”
He opened the passenger door for her, and she slipped sideways into the seat, putting her fingers on the opener for the glove box right before the heavy, cloying scent made her gag.
She pulled on the glove box handle as the horrid smell filled her lungs, socking her in the head with ugly memories. The glove box popped opened as if it were connected to a jack-in-the-box spring. Several things flew out at her. She screamed bloody murder and scrambled out of the car like it was possessed when she saw the bountiful batch of pine tree air fresheners spill forth like an army of angry, ravenous fire ants on a quest to devour her tender flesh.
Every person in the loud shop stopped what they were doing and looked in her direction.
Her entire body shuddered with displeasure. Once again she felt completely idiotic to be terrified of a stupid car freshener. Her voice trembled as she pointed and said, “Those were not in my car when it was towed here. I…hate those things. Please, can you get them out?”
