CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Jones' jaw dropped in surprise and it took him a moment to gather himself enough to speak.
"Tracking device?"
"Yes. What did you bring down here with you?"
"My wallet, my g*n, and my ready bag."
"And was that ready bag out of your sight at any time before you got on the plane to fly down here?"
"I keep it in the backseat of my car. The afternoon I flew out I went down to the parking garage and got it."
Steve frowned.
"I'll need to reach out to the director in Chicago and ask him to take a look at his security tapes. I'm wondering if someone with clearance to be in the garage planted that tracker when the cartel realized that they weren't going to be able to intercept you at your apartment."
Donny typed Steve thinks someone planted a tracker in Jones' duffel bag an
