Dario’s POV

I slipped the tracker into Emily’s jacket pocket that morning when I hugged her.

It was small enough that she wouldn’t notice it, with a signal strong enough to locate her within three meters.

I acquired it four months ago from a source in Zurich who supplied things to people whose professions required options that didn’t appear in any catalog.

I carried it in my jacket for two weeks and didn’t plan to use it until Jackson took Gina.

The moment Emily agreed to walk into ...