Page 43 of Lexi, Property of Rhyder

“I know you’re gonna think I’m bein’ a bit extreme and shit, but she’s gone to Mexico with her family. And I know she’s on vacation, but I tried to call and text her, and she’s not replyin’. I’m concerned.”

He smiles again then shrugs. “Maybe she’s just having too much fun to call you back.”

Fucker knows how to pull my damn chain.

“Can you just do this for me. Fuck! Can a man just ask for a favor without gettin’ the third degree?”

“Sure… just wanted to know who it’s for. Shit! Don’t get your panties in a knot. Come on, brother, let’s go to the room I’m staying in. You’re lucky I brought my equipment. ”

I follow Tracker into the Sinners’ clubhouse, and we make a pit stop at the bar to grab a beer. Walking into Tracker’s room, I notice his bed is made, and his clothes are neat and tidy and folded on the bed. “Brother, you always been this neat?”

Tracker looks around the room as he places his beer on the bedside table and removes his cut. “My momma brought me up right.”

I smile. “You’re goin’ to make a girl happy someday.”

He laughs. “Yeah, well, only girl I wanna make happy is Sophia.”

Ah, Sophia, the girl back in Vixen Falls who he constantly talks about, but we’ve never met. We give him shit all the time that she doesn’t exist, but he’s shown us pictures of them together in an attempt to shut us up. She’s cute and shit, been brought up well, and comes from a close-knit town. Can’t believe Tracker’s fallen for a cheerleader, but then again, look at me, Lexi’s just out of high school.

Tracker takes a swig from his beer then makes his way to the corner of the room where he picks up his laptop and grabs some surveillance equipment then sets it up on the nearby desk .Ex-FBI agent right here.Sitting on the chair, he looks over at me. “Number, please.” Then he starts typing something into the computer system as I walk over reading out the number to him. I watch on as he enters it, then all of a sudden, the computer screen starts searching numbers. I lean forward, my eyes pinned to the monitor waiting to see what comes up. After a few minutes, it stops, and then a flashing light pops up.

“Fuck!” Tracker grunts.

“What is it?”

“The phone’s switched off.”

I lean in closer trying to work out how he knows that. “What does that mean?”

He looks at me and grins. “Means I gotta hack the FBI system to find it.”

I wait as the FBI database pops up, and he types in a username and password. “How the fuck did you get that?”

“Sorry, bro, no can tell.”

I slap him on the back of his head. “You’re a fuckhead.”

“Yeah, well, this fuckhead has some seriously awesome skills.” Tracker chuckles and waits. “And… here we go,” he says when he hits one last button.

The blinking light on the screen turns from red to green. We both move forward to try and work out where the fuck Lexi is located.

“You know where she was going?”

With my eyes glued to the screen, I tell him, “Mexico. Some resort on… fuck! What was the name?” I drop my head trying to remember what she said. “I know it starts with an M.”

“Okay, well, that’s a start.” He types in Google and searches resorts in Mexico beginning with M. “Okay, so we have Morelia…” He looks up at me, and I shake my head. “Monterrey?”

“Nah, not that long.”

“Merida?”

“Yes, that’s it,” I say as relief washes over me. Tracker begins to do some more typing and curious I ask, “What’s goin’ on?”

“Just weird.”

“Why’s that,” I ask trying to see what he sees, but not making sense of anything on the screen in front of me.

“If she were staying in Merida, then why is her phone in Mexico City?”

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