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Chapter 38

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The GPS.

He told me about it when we got back to the garage, before I could ask, which was strategically sound and which I recognised as such and which did not make me less furious.

"You tracked my bike," I said.

"Yes."

"Without telling me."

"I installed it during the rebuild. It's standard on any bike I service for someone riding alone."

"Standard. It's standard to GPS someone's vehicle without their knowledge."

"It's standard when the person is riding alone in an area I don't know they know."
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