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Not because I'm worried. Because now I'm curious.

I move toward the edge of the parking lot, changing my angle.

Still nothing.

No obvious surveillance vehicle. No woman ducking behind a steering wheel. No one suddenly pulling away. No movement that doesn't belong.

The tracker doesn't impress me. Anyone can buy an AirTag.

What impresses me is that I can't find her.

I look at it again.

Huh.

Yesterday she used Gracie's car. I identified it. So today she changed vehicles.

Yesterday she stayed too close. If she's here now, she corrected that too.

She didn't simply try the same thing again and hope I wouldn't notice. She adjusted.

A slow smile pulls at my mouth.

You're learning.

I glance at the AirTag one last time.

Doesn't mean I'm letting you win.

I walk to the trash can at the edge of the lot and drop it in.

If Chaos wants her tracker back, she can come find it.

I walk to my truck and open the door. If this were a job, I wouldn't leave until I identified whoever was following me. I'd change positions. Create movement. Watch exits. Force them to expose themselves.

But this isn't a job.

And Callie isn't a threat.

Not the kind I'm trained to eliminate, anyway.

The other kind?

That's becoming debatable.

I look around one more time.

Nothing.

“Fine.”

I climb into my truck.

Let's see what she does.

I signal and pull back onto the road.

As I drive, I continuously check the mirrors. I take a route I don't need. Change lanes twice.