9. Greer #3
Great. So the guy wasn’t opposed to trying to track her. Greer drummed his fingers on the steering wheel. “Did you go through your purse?”
“I’ve been through everything, Greer,” she assured him. “After I moved out, I scrutinized everything. I even got one of those little tools that lights up when it finds an electronic signature. Nothing came home with me.”
He nodded, noticing she didn’t say that she hadn’t discovered anything, just that nothing made it into her house. Given everything they were having to deal with now, he figured he’d leave that topic for another day.
It still didn’t answer how Troy had gotten the one up on them. But if he was the kind of guy who wasn’t opposed to using a tracker, what could he have tracked that they missed?
He began thinking of everything she brought. Everything.
Clothes. Shoes. Bags. Outfits. Food. The coolers.
All things from her parents’ house.
Office supplies. Her tablet. Sticky notes. Pens.
Could he really have gotten so creative that he bugged a pen?
“What are you thinking?” her soft voice asked, breaking him out of his circular thoughts that kept leading him back to absolutely nothing.
“Just wondering,” he said. “If I were trying to keep tabs on you, but I didn’t want you to know about it, how would I do it?”
“I don’t know,” Tessa said, shrugging. “I mean, you could ask a friend to keep an eye out.”
“But you guys don’t have any shared friends. Not anymore, right?”
“Right,” she confirmed.
He tightened his hand on the wheel. If the cause wasn’t people, it had to be electronic. And if it wasn’t a physical tag on something, or an app on your phone, how could you track someone?
Greer’s fitness watch caught a tower signal at that moment, buzzing repeatedly as a variety of notifications came in. Headlines, text messages, a few emails.
Then his eyes shot to Tessa’s wrist.
That was it.
“Tess,” he said, shifting his eyes back and forth between her smartwatch and the road. “Did he ever connect you two on your watch?”
“On my… watch?” she asked, trying to follow. “No, this just reads notifications.”
“It doesn’t, though,” he said, remembering when he first joined his gym.
He’d downloaded a program that allowed him to transmit all of his bio data through a secure portal to his coach.
That was half the reason why he allowed him and Sean, as well as the other guys in the gym to take the weekend off.
As long as they had the watch on, he would know if they were keeping up their fitness regimes.
And if he could see how fast his heart was beating right now, Greer would bet money there was a way for Troy to see exactly where Tessa was located.
“Wait,” she said, looking down at the face of it.
“We went to the gym a lot together, and he used an app that was like a personal trainer. It’d spit out a new workout for each of us every time, and would keep track of how we were doing, adjusting each workout to our overall goals.
If it was too hard, the next one would be easier, or if we were trying to lose weight, there’d be more cardio?—”
“Did he sync your watch to the app?”
“Yes,” she said, immediately reaching to undo the strap.
Greer threw on his indicator, moving the car over into the breakdown lane before pulling to a stop. Tessa yanked the watch off and pushed down the window button, winding up and giving the watch the hardest toss she could into the ditch by the side of the road.
Rolling the window back up, Greer put his indicator on once more before pulling out onto the nearly empty highway again. As he got the car back up to speed, Tessa reached across the console for his hand. He closed in on her fingers.
“Do you think that was it?”
“I think it’s a good place to start,” he said. “If it was, he’s going to think you’re on the side of the road somewhere in Vermont. Good luck sending flowers.”
Tessa snorted at the idea, but got serious once more. “What I mean is, do you think that’s where the tracker was? What if it’s somewhere else and we don’t know where?”
“Then it won’t be long before we know,” Greer assured her. “I think he’s proven he can’t keep a secret.”
“But what if he can still track me?” she asked, shuddering slightly. “Watch me?”
“Doesn’t change a thing,” Greer said, squeezing her hand for emphasis. “He can try all he likes, but I’m never letting that dirtbag come near you ever again.”
Tessa intertwined her fingers with his. “You know, out of everyone I’ve met, I think I believe you the most.”
“It’s really important that you do believe me,” he said, settling back in his seat as if they’d settled everything. “My momma didn’t raise a liar.”
“No,” she agreed, giving him a relaxed smile. “Your honesty is definitely something I like very much about you.”
“Oh yeah?” he said, deciding he couldn’t let that go. “You like me, huh?”
That got him a big smile and a small blush to boot. “You could say that.”
“Good,” he said, giving her his wide smile before lifting her knuckles to his lips for a quick kiss. “Because I more than like you.”