My Tracker Disappeared Until My Dad Called And Told Me To Run

of the building. I’ll have the recording waiting for you in the car.”

“Tell me what’s on it.”

“Please just go.”

“Dad.”

He exhaled. “I will play it for you in the car. But you need to leave right now. Don’t take anything that might make him think you know.”

I looked at myself in the bedroom mirror. Towel. Bare wrist. Phone. The woman in the mirror looked continue reading …