It was an olive branch Glenn knew he’d take. Everything Dylon said could have come from his mouth, including Dylon’s assessment that squabbling would only help the assholes after his mates. Giving a short nod in agreement, he began, starting with the team he assembled after New York and ending with his suspicions about the men following him and his mates yesterday. “Ghost is checking all his vehicles for a tracking device, but I don’t have the equipment up here to do Alex’s rig or the motorhome.”
Rocking back, Dylon rubbed his chin, processing the new information he doubted Glenn would’ve ever revealed unless his mates weren’t on someone’s radar. And that fucking rankled him but, after learning about the resources Glenn had, he pushed his anger aside. Keeping his mind firmly on the safety of the pack, Dylon asked, “So you think they followed you from LA.”
“Yeah. After thinking about the last few days, only my team knew where we were headed. And even if those pricks found that out somehow, us stopping at the truck stop was a random decision…we could just as easily have stopped somewhere else. So how come they were waiting for us at that truck stop?
“I asked Zane to pull the video from any security camera there,” Dylon said. Hitting a few keys, he opened the file Zane sent him, before turning his laptop toward Glenn. “Take a look.”
Staring at the screen, Glenn watched the video, his anger and fear fighting for dominance in his gut. “Fucking bitches…”
“They were tailing you and pulled into the truck stop after you did. I also asked Zane to send me the video from inside.” Leaning over, Dylon closed the file before opening the next one. “Do you recognize this guy?”
Glenn’s anger grew as he watched the video of the men Sawyer spotted outside now meeting with someone inside. “Son-of-a-bitch!”
Opening a file folder, Dylon passed Glenn a photograph. “This is the best shot Zane could get from the security footage. Do you know him?”
“No…but he’s a shifter.”
Surprised at Glenn’s comment, Dylon glanced down at the picture but saw nothing to support his claim. Looking quizzically at Glenn, he raised an eyebrow and cocked his head to one side, waiting for an explanation.
“What?” Glenn asked, looking at Dylon.
“You don’t know who he is but yet you know he’s a shifter. How?”
Smirking, Glenn said, “The men tilted their necks when they approached the booth. Very subtle, but enough for me to know the dude in the booth is an Alpha and the rest of these jackasses are betas or lower.”
“So the leader is an Alpha wolf,” Dylon mused.
“Maybe…Alphas are found in every shifter species. Depending on how powerful they are…”
“They can command other species who are lower,” Dylon said.
“Not exactly…an Alpha Wolf can’t control any species other than wolves…”
“Except Jackson,” Dylon murmured.
“Right. But it’s the same for other species. I’m an Alpha tiger but I can’t control anyone but other tiger shifters,” Glenn said, giving a half smile. “But a powerful Alpha can control anyone by fear. It’s that way in most paramilitary groups I’ve run across. My guess it’s how this Alpha keeps his men in line.”
Nodding, Dylon placed the photo back in the file. “I’ll have Zane send you a copy.” Opening a desk drawer, he pulled out a dark metal object, placing it in front of Glenn. “After Zane sent me the security tapes, I came to the same conclusion as you did—that they were tracking you. I checked over your vehicles and found this in the wheel well of Alex’s SUV.”
Picking up the tracker, Glenn examined it closely, turning it over several times before checking a tiny switch on it. “It’s the latest generation in tracking.”
“Meaning what?” asked Dylon.
“It combines both listening and GPS technology. Not only did they know where we were at all times, they also heard every word we said.”
“Are they still able to listen?” Dylon asked.
“No, the switch is off.”
“I flipped it this morning after I found it,” Dylon said, “and a tiny green light went out.”
“Yeah…” Glenn muttered, looking closely at it again before setting it down on Dylon’s desk. “Someone has a lot of money…and power. These are mucho expensive and purchases are restricted to governmental agencies.”
“Is there a way to find out who bought it?”
“Might be. You need a special equipment permit which can only be obtained through the agency, and each unit has a corresponding digital ID.”
“Do you have access to the records?” asked Dylon.
“Riley does…we need to get it to him. If he can decode it and match it to the permit, it might give us our first solid lead about who’s behind this shit,” growled Glenn.
“I don’t see a problem with that; however, there are some other matters we should cover first, before I talk to Jackson,” Dylon said, his eyes firmly fixed on Glenn’s.
“Such as?”
“For one, you need to decide where your loyalty lies.”
“What exactly are you accusing me of?”
“Nothing…yet. But that’s the problem. I have no idea what you plan to do with the information I give you. And along with that, you now possess knowledge about the powers of this pack. Will you keep them confidential…and not disclose them to your friends?”
