JJ
Benny came back upstairs carrying two phones. Mine was in one hand.
The sight of it tightened something in my chest before he even reached the bed.
“Before you ask, it stays on airplane mode,” he said, holding it out to me. “All the location settings are off, but if it reconnects to the network, towers can still register it. We’re not giving anybody a trail back here.”
I took it from him. “So I can look through it, but I can’t use it.”
“You can look at anything you want.”
He held up the second phone.
“That’s what this is for.”
“A burner?”
“Brand-new. Nothing tied to you.”
I looked between the two phones. “Why?”
“Stitch asked to hear from you himself.”
That got my attention.
I unlocked my phone.
Notifications crowded the screen, most from Havoc. I saw enough of the preview
