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I wish I’d reured out her passcode by watching over her shoulder while she entered it—it’s 1799, not hard to remember But in the craziness of our encounter with Zajac and the election right after, I forgot to look through it

I should have done it last night while she was sleeping

Now it’s fucking eating me alive

I grab my own phone out of my pocket and call Jack He picks up immediately

“What’s up, boss?” he says

“Where are you right now?”

“Ravenswood”

“Is there a GPS tracker on Nessa’s Jeep?”

“Yeah Your dad’s got them on all the vehicles”

I let out a sigh of relief

“Good I want you to follow it Aida’s running errands—I want you to see what she’s doing, where she goes”

“You got it,” Jack says

He doesn’t ask why, but I’uess

“Keepshe does And don’t lose track of her”

“Understood”