The tracker sat in the center of the dining table and every person in the house stared at it like it might suddenly start talking.
Nobody looked comfortable, nobody looked relaxed and nobody looked particularly trusting anymore.
Casey had already dismantled part of the device and several tools were scattered around him while he worked.
Drake stood beside me, again. Of course he did.
At this point I was beginning to suspect he considered breathing and guarding me equally important activities.
Casey adjusted his glasses and frowned.
“Well.” Casey said.
“What?” Blade asked.
“It’s newer than I thought.” Casey said turning the tracker over.
“What does that mean?” I asked.
“It means whoever planted it didn’t do it months ago.” Casey said.
“How recent?” Brax asked.
Casey c
