Off Limits
There were only three icons on the custom home screen: a phone dialer, a messaging app, and a small, stylized gray shield icon.
"Ambrose Core," I read the text beneath the shield out loud, my eyes narrowing as my stubbornness began to flare through the residual fog of my fear. "You downloaded the tracking app anyway."
"The application is fully integrated into the phone’s root operating system," Peter said, his tone entirely unbothered by the sudden glare I was throwing at him. "Location services are permanently active. It cannot be disabled, deleted, or spoofed. My private security detail monitors the active grid twenty-four hours a day."