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“Yes, my wife says she does have one.”

“Does she know if Misti was wearing it yesterday?”

“She wears it all the time. She’s a fitness freak and has to get her minimum fifteen thousand steps every day, or she goes to the gym downstairs and works out before bed.”

“Okay, I’ll be right over. Can you find the information on it? She’d have it set up in her phone. We can check it there.”

“Her cell is password protected.”

“Of course, it is.” Kayti knew it would be, but hopefully, they could figure out the password. Maybe it was a blessing after all that she’d left it behind at the table with Ryan when she went to the restroom. It would have been the first thing the kidnappers looked for. They’d have either thrown it away or shut it off to make it useless.

“Think on it. I’m on my way.”

She whipped around her apartment, getting dressed and gathering items she’d need to do her job. She rifled through her variety of holsters and grabbed the hip device she preferred, then retrieved her weapon from the gun safe. Once she’d slid into her favorite black leather jacket, tied back her hair and found her last clean white T-shirt, she felt ready to face the day.

Before running out, she made sure she had her car keys and driver’s license in the small bag she normally left in her car. That’s when memories of last night’s companion spiked.

Was Murphy still her partner for this case? They’d been paired up for the surveillance duty, but did that automatically lead to Misti being their case now? Edna hadn’t been clear when she’d passed out her duties earlier.

Fu…dge!

Rather than pissing him off in the event they were supposed to be working together, she pulled out her phone, hesitated, bit her lip, strode around the couch, kicking away the clothes strewn nearby, and finally used the private number to call her aunt.

“Yes, Kayti.”

“I’m sorry to take advantage with this number, Edna. I promise it won’t happen all the time. But I just remembered something, and I need to know if I’m still working with Murphy on the Bond case? Something came to me just now.”

“What have you remembered?” Her aunt’s voice thawed slightly.

“Misti was wearing a Fitbit. I remember seeing it in the mirror when we were in the washroom. She had it on the same arm as a bunch of other bracelets. I called the Senator, and they confirmed she wore it all the time. I’m just on my way over there to try and get the Fitbit data from her phone. I’ll call it in as soon as I find the serial number. No doubt our people can track it as long as she’s still wearing it.”

“Right. Get over there and get us the data. I’ll let Murphy know. He’ll meet you there. We’ll catch up after you’ve followed this lead. And, Kayti. Call anytime you feel it’s appropriate.”

Wow!

That blew her mind. “Right. Thanks, Edna.”

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