"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 she do it while Kat was out shopping or something? That was a bit risky and the question still remains if you're right why?"
"Fuck if I know but I'm going to find out."
"Colt I don't think that's a good idea, stay with the girls I'll handle it."
"No way, my family my deal."