“What?”
“Boone’s truck.”
“What about it?”
“The tracker signal is gone.”
Russ straightens immediately.
“What do you mean gone?”
“Offline.”
Adam frowns.
“Could be signal loss.”
“Maybe.”
But I already know it isn’t.
Because Boone’s truck doesn’t lose signal inside the coverage zone.
Not here.
Not with the equipment we run.
I try pinging the system manually.
Nothing.
The screen stays blank.
Russ pushes away from the counter.
“That’s not good.”
“No,” Adam says quietly.
“It’s not.”
I pull up the last recorded location.
The map zooms automatically.
A blinking marker appears.
Main Street.
My stomach drops.
“The church.”
Adam stands up.
Russ is already moving toward the gear rack near the door.
“How long has the signal been dead?” he asks.
