Reaching for my phone, I quickly typed in a text and hit send.
“Who are you texting?”
“Matrix.”
“Why?”
“So, he can track Solomon.”
“How’s he gonna do that?”
“With the micro-tracker, he gave me before we left.”
“What?”
I grinned, holding up my phone to let Savage see the screen. They're on my phone was a green dot, moving south fast.
“How? What the hell? You are a devious, cunning brat,” Savage smiled.
“Awe, you know you love me.”
“I love your mind, sis. Always prepared for anything.”
Looking at the screen, I said, “Guess we're heading back to Louisiana. It’s the only thing that makes sense. That bitch is heading right into a trap. Fuck, we better warn the guys that she knows about the raid.”
“Already texted Reaper.”
“You ready to end this, brother.”
Savage laughed as he flipped on the turn signal, taking the ramp onto the interstate. “So, fucking ready.”