Trixie giggled. “Thank you. And thank you all for accepting me into the group and letting me stay here.”
“Hey, tomorrow, do you want to go back to Auntie Athena’s?” Cami asked. “Or maybe we could show you around town. Have you been to the Observatory yet?”
“No! But I really want to,” Trixie said. “In fact, it’s on the top of my list of sights I want to see while?—”
John ran through the open doorway. Jack came in a few seconds behind him.
“Is your phone by any chance a company one?” he asked.
“Like, did my work give it to me?”
“Yeah.”
“No. It’s mine.”
“Have they ever had access to it?”
A sour feeling turned her stomach. Were they tracking her on her phone? Worse yet, could they watch or listen to her?
“No, Sir. Never.”
John seemed a bit relieved, which made her feel better, too.
“Honey, do you mind if we see it? We won’t look at any of your personal stuff,” Jack said, stepping deeper into the room. “But we have some tech that can check your device and make sure it’s clean.”
“Sure,” she said, grabbing the phone that rested near her on the floor and extending her arm.
Jack took it. “Thank you. Does it need to be unlocked?”
“Yep.” She told him the code.
“Having a passcode is a good idea,” Jack told her. “Means your employer couldn’t have installed any kind of tracking software unless they somehow accessed it when it was unlocked.”
“I don’t think they did.”
“I’m sure it’s fine, then. But just to be sure. And thanks for trusting us.”
She smiled. But it didn’t last long as she remembered a bit of information that might be important. “Guys?”
“Yes?” John answered, his eyes focused as he waited.
Jack was watching her intently, too.
“My car is a company lease. When I quit, I was told I had thirty days to return it to the dealership.”
“Your old employer doesn’t own it?” John asked.
Trixie shook her head. “No. But they pay for it. And they did all the paperwork and stuff. It was one of the amazing benefits of the job.”
She watched as the two men exchanged glances.
“Do they have access to the car ever?” John probed.
“Yeah. They check the milage once a month and stuff.”
The two men looked at each other again. Trixie knew this was bad, but she still asked.
“That’s how they knew I was in L.A., huh? They’re tracking my car.”
