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In a heartbeat, I know exactly where I’m going. I’ve no idea how I’m going to get there, but I know it’s going to take a long time. From my limited but slowly growing knowledge of Bratislava, I know which way is west. I head out of the city, being careful to stick to speed limits but at the same time not holding back where I can get away with it.
Yet again, my life has taken a bizarre twist and I’m driving through Slovakia in an old man’s car, with only the clothes on my back. I’ve got the iPhone Jess gave me in my jacket pocket, having charged it fully last night. If Jess’s body has been found by now, they’ll have found her phone. I don’t know how linked the phones are, but I’m certainly not going to risk using it.
A thought occurs to me. Can they track the phone just through it bei
