Chapter 10 - The Hidden Tracker
The rain poured down in sheets,
blurring the city lights,
as I flagged down a taxi.
"The airport,"
I told the driver,
"and please hurry."
Noah was shivering beside me,
his little dinosaur pajamas soaked.
I checked my phone again,
reading Claire's text over and over.
Why would she help me now?
Unless Ethan betrayed her too.
Of course he did.
A man who steals from his wife,
will steal from his mistress.
As the taxi sped down the highway,
something caught my eye in my purse.
A small red light,
blinking faintly,
inside the lining of my bag.
I pulled it out.
It was a GPS tracker.
Small,
square,
and magnetic.
Ethan had placed it there.
That's how they found me at the hotel.
That's how they knew I was at the cabin.
And right now,
he was watching this little red light,
move toward the airport.
He knew exactly where I was going.
"Stop the car,"
I told the driver suddenly.
"Here?"
he asked,
looking at the dark highway.
"Yes, right here."
I paid him,
grabbed Noah,
and stepped out into the storm.
We were near a large truck stop,
filled with massive semi-trucks,
idling in rows.
I walked over to a truck,
with a license plate from Texas.
I reached up,
and slapped the magnetic tracker,
onto the back of the truck's metal trailer.
The truck was heading south,
away from the airport,
away from me.
Ethan would follow the signal,
thinking he was chasing me,
while I went the opposite way.
It was a desperate gamble.
But it was my only chance.
I walked back to the diner,
called a different taxi company,
and waited in the shadows.
Ten minutes later,
a black sedan pulled into the truck stop.
Ethan got out,
holding his phone,
looking around frantically.
He walked straight toward the Texas truck.
I watched from the dark,
as he realized he'd been fooled.
His face was a mask of pure fury.
He slammed his fist against the truck.
I smiled,
a cold,
hard smile.
The game wasn't over yet,
Ethan.
My taxi arrived,
May you like
and we slipped away,
heading for the terminal.
