“I don’t think you should keep it. There have been way too many hacks lately in the software companies who manufacture those tracking devices. Look, believe me. I’ve been doing the research in tech since I’ve been back. If I thought it was safe, I wouldn’t push for this. But you need to get that thing out. Anyone could track you, Kennedy. You will never be truly safe.”
She let her hair fall back into place. My hands still rested at her neck.
“All right. I’ll have Kimble take it out tomorrow.”
I exhaled. “Good.” That was one less thing to have to worry about. “You haven’t told me who did it.”
She pinched her lips together. Her eyes moved to the window, even though the curtains were drawn for the evening.
“Who was it?” I pushed. “Which family.”
“That’s the problem.”
The knot spun in my stomach. It was getting tighter. “Which family?”
She looked at me. “I still don’t know.”