I Can Track Everything Novels & Stories

Ranjiv answers. “Ranjiv, what’s that app for?” Ranjiv clears his throat. “Not good.” “What do you mean by not good, Ranjiv?” “It’s a tracker.” Bash snorts. “Everyone has that on their phones. They can just place a microdot if they wanted to track K.” “Oh yeah? You can track her phone even if it’s turned off? Even no cell site? Try to see it. It’s like a GPS that the military uses today. That app is a tracker, 99.9% accurate with a 24/7 recorder.”

just like he said. "What are you going to do?" I asked, looking up at Daniel. Daniel reached into his desk and pulled out a small, sleek black device. He walked over and fastened it around my wrist. It looked like a high-end watch, but there was no face. "It’s a tracker," he said. "It stays on. If you remove it, a silent alarm goes off. If your heart rate spikes, I get a notification. If you leave the perimeter of the estate, Marcus will have a kill order on anyone within ten feet of you."

Did she really have that little faith in me that she couldn’t wait and see? Turning back to the computer, I clicked the three separate trackers and flipped them on. Instantly, their vitals showed up as well as their locations. Not only did I have a spot on the map of their locations but I got the map coordinates of their positioning so if the map goes out, I still know where they are. “They’ve waken up.” Alec muttered as he pointed to the heart beat. “I thought that would take longer. We barely had enough time.” I was a little surprised by this.

I mumble to myself when I move toward the office and grab the laptop and open it up to see where the trackers have been. “Fen, can you call Titus?” I ask when he looks up at me as I move into the living room holding the open laptop. “Why?” he answers, and I roll my eyes. Seriously! “Titus owns a tech company in the human world. He makes drones for tracking. We can tag her and have the drones follow her. For all we know, she could be leading your trackers on a wild goose chase because she knows they are behind her. If we send in the drones, she won’t know they are there and we can tag her and they can give us possible trajectories as to where she could be going.” I say, feeling rather proud o

It’s becoming a straight-up obsession. Yesterday, when I came back from that phone call at the restaurant and saw Denzel sitting in my chair, talking to my woman, I almost lost it. Spark, my wolf, was clawing at the surface, screaming to be let out so he could sink his teeth into Denzel’s throat. I had to shut him out with everything I had just to keep from shifting in the middle of dinner. I pulled up the special app on my phone. I’d installed a silent tracking feature on her TitanLink phone—not because I didn't trust her, but because I wanted to know her every move. I wanted to make sure no man came close.

I couldn’t be jealous of some unknown person. “I’ve the tracker on her phone. It’s not a problem.” I said. With a shrug, I was drinking my champagne when Jake showed me the problem. “Yeah, about that. There’s a problem with your plan.” Jake said. He maintained the tracking application for the office phones. Maria’s included. He showed me his phone. “I received a notification about losing connection with a phone. It’s untraceable. Last known location is the condo.”

Before life gave me a child I did not plan for but had come to love. The Tristan the world once paid to make people disappear. The air is sharp as I step onto the street, my pulse steady, breath even, mind slicing thought from thought with surgical precision. I pull out my phone, swipe to the encrypted folder disguised as a file for academic grading, and open the interface. A blinking dot appears on the screen, weak but alive. The tracker. The one I slipped into the lining of all her shoes. I did not trust that she wouldn’t try to sneak off to another party after the Kiara party incident.

She called him and he came running. “Can you… tell me if James’s ID card has a tracker?” I asked. “Certainly, Mrs. Taylor,” the man on the other end replied, sounding puzzled but willing to help. “It’s standard for all students to wear ID badges with trackers. I can activate it and send you the link to follow his location.” Relief flooded through me, tempered only by the pounding dread in my chest. “Please, send it immediately.”

I smacked my forehead. Right. For someone with a ten-figure bank balance, looking into a person was child's play. I'd been so stupid not to have realized that. I should've figured it out the moment I joined the company. Calvin had already dug up every last detail about me then.

His happiness came from my pain, while my happiness was found in my own suffering. “You look terrible, Lucian. Did you spend the night outside? “He asked, with a teasing tone, as he made his way toward the entrance of my bathroom. “Get out, Zeke.” I rolled my eyes, feeling weary, and stood up from the chair. Andrew took a step closer and offered me his iPad. “Boss, we have the same problem.” The tracker has stopped functioning. I let out a sigh. That tracking chip was too small for her to overlook. I have felt that way about her since the day I bought her at the auction. “How could that happen?”