Once outside, Lisa lowers her voice, “Something’s not right.”
Trace darts a look in each direction. He’s learned to trust his sister’s intuition. “Talk to me.”
“Someone put a tracker on the car and might have bugged this suite. Before I picked you up, I pulled a device off the car’s frame. I asked the captain about it. He explained that it’s a GPS tracker and said it’s for our protection. Standard procedure.”
“Hmm, that seems logical.”
“True, but in this last phone conversation, he said ‘the circus will be over in a few days.’ It might have been an innocent statement, but given your mention of a freak show, it made me wonder about his choice of words.”
“Because you’re not sure which side he’s on?”
“Yes. I don’t know whom to trust. And that concern includes my therapist.”
“Therapist?
