"Colt, did you put a tracking device under Kat's jeep?"

"No, why?" All her trackers were inside hidden in the dashboard.

He opened his hand to show me the tracker in the evidence bag.

"Son of a bitch." This wasn't my brand someone had placed a tracker on my fucking wife. It wasn't too much of a stretch to figure out who and when.

"That bitch did this, the day of the accident, that's why she needed to get under Kat's car."

"But why there? Why didn't ...