Page 86 of Bitter Discord

“I’ll call you, and we’ll talk while we drive. We should move,” I said, looking at my car. “Yeah?”

“Good plan. I’ll do a conference call with the ones following me.”

We loaded into our respective vehicles. While driving, Dirk texted me, and I took a moment to read it at a red light. He wished me luck.

Landon must have told him the plan. Well, at least he knows, and Ranger must know too. That’s good.

I didn’t have many other questions for Heath and the werewolves coming with us to support me and Fenris. This could be not worth the effort, but it was better to take precautions.

“Shit,” Heath mumbled as we reached the halfway point of our drive.

“What is it?”

“I’m adding Fenris to the call,” he said quickly. The other werewolves gasped, knowing this couldn’t be good.

“Hey, our werecats are on the move,” Fenris said the moment he was connected to the group call. “I’m on them, but I don’t know where they’re headed. You might need to slow down and wait for me to figure out where they end up, so you’re not driving all over the city. Sucks we didn’t act in time to catch them where they were.”

“Keep us posted,” Heath ordered. “We’ll stay on standby for when you stop.”

“Yes, sir.” Fenris hung up, and I realized no one was speaking. I slowed and pulled into a parking lot of a local grocery store, waiting for someone to say anything on the call.

“What’s up, Heath?” Dirk suddenly said, spooking me. “Conference call? Jacky, you’re here?”

“I am… Heath?”

“Pull up the tracking on Fenris’s truck,” Heath ordered. “He’s tracking two werecats, one the unknown Jacky needs to investigate.”

“There’s a tracker on Fenris’s truck?” I asked and wasn’t the only one. Ranger asked the same thing from Dirk’s end of the call.

“Of course,” Heath grumbled. “I don’t… don’t trust him sounds harsh, but I had Dirk tag his truck before he left for Dallas, so I could make sure he didn’t go off and do whatever he wanted. In case he lost it and killed Lonan, then ran. Works for now, too.”

“And you didn’t think to… tell him?” I asked carefully.

“Not yet. He’ll be cranky, but he’ll understand. I want to give Dirk time to get into its data, and when we’re behind him, I’ll call him back.”

“I’m in,” Dirk said as Ranger sputtered somewhere near him.

“How?” Ranger demanded. “This is high-tech stuff. How do you know how to do it?”

“Learned from my father,” Dirk answered as I heard a keyboard and mouse clicking repeatedly. “He was big on security, and since this was new and modern, people loved using it if they could afford it. I was taught, and I adapted to it faster than he did. His brother is more of a tech guy than him, but they’re not always on speaking terms.”

I smirked as I looked at Heath’s truck near me in the parking lot. Dirk was good at giving real information without explaining much of anything. Ranger knew the truth, but so many in the pack didn’t, and it had to stay that way. Everything was vague but completely honest.

“Damn, I didn’t know your education was this… deep or extensive.”

“Yeah, Jacky didn’t know for a long time, either,” Dirk mumbled. “I enjoyed being a bartender, you know.”

“So did I,” I retorted, making Dirk snort.

“I have his movement,” Dirk finally announced. “He’s heading outside the city and moving fast. Based on where you are, Heath, you’re about thirty minutes behind. That’s taking in the time of night and lack of traffic. You should get moving. I can send you this on the phone or update you when he stops. Your choice.”

“I have the app you put on here,” Heath replied. “I don’t know how to get the access to track his truck.”

“On it. I’ll text you a code you can use.”

I felt as if I had the BSA at my house, a one-man army that could do anything. While Heath and Dirk talked through that, I got a text from Dirk. Checking it, I frowned. Dirk had never used it before recently, but Davor had apparently sent him a suite of things, a variety of programs and tech he used to protect the family and work against their enemies. This specific tracking system was one of them. I replied, asking if this was before or after they knew about Heath. Dirk’s response surprised me.

After, and Davor had told him he was free to keep using it, even if it helped the pack after the shit that went down in April.

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