Page 68 of Save Her from Me

I gazed down at my new permanent decoration. It was delicate enough to be pretty but reassuring as it couldn’t be taken off.

“Now no one can misplace me.”

“Exactly what we need,” Jackson said.

“Will your team have trackers on your bodies, too?”

His lips curved. “There’s no one chasing after us, fox.”

Valentine leaned over. “Fox? Ye have nicknames? Revolting.”

I rolled my eyes at him. “He means because of the charm. Here.”

I held up my arm, and the big man peered at it.

“Okay then, foxy,” he drawled.

Jackson stilled, his gaze lowered at his colleague.

Valentine didn’t even try to hide a smile. “Yeah, just as I thought.”

Jackson ignored the tease and asked Valentine to find something for him while he directed me into the hangar’s kitchen for breakfast. My appetite had woken up, so I made use of the coffee, toast, and cereal available.

As I ate, he suggested a change of plan for the morning.

“I have a hunch about your car which makes me think Larson will be watching it.”

“It’s been in a garage for days.”

“True, but also it would take little effort to swing past and see what the mechanics were working on or if the damage has been repaired. I’ll go by myself, if you’re happy for me to, and I’ll wear a camera so ye can see what I’m doing. Ye can hang here with our resident mischief-maker.”

Valentine reappeared with a device shaped like an old handheld radio.

I agreed to the plan, and Jackson left us, heading out on his mission. A sense of worry descended over me.

In the bodyguards’ office, Valentine set up a laptop. “That’s Jackson right now.” He showed me a map. “We might not wear trackers like your shiny silver handcuff, but our phones give out a live signal that we can each see.”

“I have one of those phones. Am I on there?”

“Naw. Same with Daisy, you’re only trackable to a single person. Jackson, in your case, though Ben can switch that out.”

His phone buzzed, and he checked it then changed the view on the laptop to a live feed. “Jackson’s arrived.”

Side by side, we watched the picture change from black to a car park and the reception of a repair workshop. Valentine relaxed in the office chair that was too small for his overly tall body, but I couldn’t do the same.

I’d got used to Jackson being nearby. I didn’t like him being out somewhere else. If it had been too dangerous for me to go, that meant he was putting himself at risk, too.

Onscreen, he explained himself to the mechanic who I’d already spoken to, and then moved through a line of cars until he came to my Mini.

Jackson produced the device Valentine had found for him and activated it.

“It’s a bug hunter,” the other bodyguard explained to me. “It picks up the signal from tracking devices. Most phones have a similar feature—under the safety settings, there’s an option to scan for unknown trackers—but this one is better.”

I shivered. “It’s bothering me that you guys even need to have that. How often do people try to track Leo?”

“A lot. Ben told me they routinely discover trackers in gifts, luggage, and even food deliveries.”

We both went quiet, watching as Jackson opened the car. He hadn’t even got inside when the device gave up a bleeping sound.

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