Page 85 of What They'll Say About Us

"I know. I meant to. I was so tired; I fell asleep."

"As long as you're good, it's all fine."

"Morgan," Colton said. "I hope you don't mind if I call you Morgan…"

"Of course not."

"I wanted to talk to you about the car you saw. We traced the plate, but it came back to an older woman who is no longer driving. It looks like someone cloned the license plate."

"There's no way to find the car?"

"Probably not. But we have the make and model, and we've put the license plate out there, so if anyone sees the car, they will stop it and, hopefully, find the person who was watching you."

"That would be good. That's one reason I called. I've been thinking about the timeline, and it doesn't add up."

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"I haven't been able to figure out how they knew where we were staying, Tessa. Your aunt called her friend from her phone while we were standing in front of the apartment building. There was no one else around, and I know Vivienne wouldn't have told anyone where we were, so how did they find us so fast? Vivienne even put the room on her credit card."

"That still could be connected to me," I said slowly.

"Then I was thinking it was our phones. They were tracking us through our phones, but that seemed complicated. I woke up at four a.m. with another idea," Morgan continued.

"Which is what?" I asked.

"There is one other constant from Thursday night on," she replied.

"Constant?" I echoed.

"The Jeep," Colton said, swearing under his breath. "You had my Jeep."

"Are you saying they tracked your Jeep?"

"Where did you park it when you went home?" Colton asked.

"It was in front of the apartment building on the street," I said.

"It was out in the open?"

"Yes."

"You need to check the car, Tessa," Morgan said. "Before you go anywhere else in it."

Colton was already heading for the door. I jumped up to follow him, taking the phone with me. "I think we're doing that now."

I followed him out of the apartment and down to the street. When we got to the Jeep, he squatted next to the front wheel on the passenger side and started checking the underside.

"Colton is looking for something on the car," I told Morgan. As I heard him swear, I added, "I think he found it."

"Tessa." He waved me toward the Jeep. I squatted next to him, following the flashlight on his phone to a matte black box the size of a deck of cards attached to the wheel well.

"Is that a tracker?" I asked.

"Yes." He flipped off the light, and I got up and stepped back as he did the same.

"There was a tracker on the Jeep," I told Morgan as I followed him into the building. "Colton, where are you going? Aren't you going to take it off?"

He shook his head, clearly indicating he didn't want to talk until we got back inside.