I Can Track Everything Novels & Stories

He smiled slightly. "So I will help you take down that son of a bitch, and the first thing you will do is attach a macro-tracker to his phone. That way, we will be able to monitor his movements and, most of all, his calls." Allan rubbed his hands, the previous emotion in his face disappearing. "Remember, he has a security company. What if he detects it?" I didn't want to risk anything. "He won't, trust me. I invented the tracker myself, and no detector can detect it." I nodded, a genuine short smile making its way when the thought of ending Gavin crossed my mind in a different, solid manner.

"We need to know what we're working with. So you're going to fight me." My stomach dropped. "Fight you?" "That's what I said. Unless you're scared?" She smiled. "It's okay to be scared, little Pack wolf. I promise I'll try not to break anything important." The other wolves laughed. I looked at Jax. "Is this really necessary?" "Victor's orders. He wants to see what you can do. Or can't do." Jax gestured to the sparring mat. "Get on the mat, Tracker. Let's see if you're worth the trouble."

Domenico said making me roll my eyes. "This is not going to be used for that. It's to be used if one of us goes missing." Dad said making Domenico groan which made Dad glare at Nico who then sat down in his seat with his head low. "Does everyone else understand that?" Dad said making everyone say yes then it was quiet until Matteo spoke up. "How good is the tracker?" Matteo said. "What do you mean, son?" Dad asked. "The trackers we own personally can only be deactivated by being tased or taken out of the skin." Matteo said making Roman speak up.

Beside the bangle, a note: ‘Thank you for helping me win the bet at the island. I couldn’t help but smile. That small moment still lingered in his mind, enough for him to reward me. Thoughtful, deliberate, Sterling always knew how to make me feel seen. I opened the second package and found three trackers. So tiny, almost invisible. I turned one over in my palm, marveling at how something so small could trace someone’s movements across entire states. It gave me a strange thrill, power disguised as fragility. It's something their company produces, although in small quantities.

"You don't get to do that. You don't get to take my things. You don't get to decide what I can and can't have. Give me my phone." He didn't stand up. He just looked up at me from the couch. "Marcus will track you," he said. I stopped. "What?" "Your phone. He has your location. Your contacts. Your calendar. Your messages. Everything. If you go home, he'll know. If you go to a hotel, he'll know. If you go to Piper's, he'll know. He put a tracker on your phone three months ago. I found it last week." The room tilted.

He gave me a promise that whenever I needed his help, he would be more than willing to help me. "Hello Stephan, my man, it has been so long." "Hello Ray, how is business going?" "Business is good, my man; how is everything going?" "Great, Ray, I need your help with something." "Stephan is always straight to the point; I like it. What can I do for you, my man?" "Can I buy a tracking device from you?" "The type that can self-destruct if it senses another device like it?" "Hmmm." He was quiet for three minutes.

“What the heck is this little thing?” “That is a GPS tracker. Gunnach Technologies makes them. They are top of the line, super-small, undetectable to all known bug sweepers, and can be tracked via a phone app. I always want you to have this on you, so I always know where you are. After what happened with Warthog, I’m not taking any chances. I know it’s kind of creepy, but I swear I’ll only track you in case of emergencies, all right?” “I trust you,” Cricket said.

“I took out a lot of the ones in the basement.” Oh, God, the basement. Tom seemed to see the expression on my face and skittered forward to show me more. “The desk is hooked into this tracking system.” He hit a few buttons, and softly glowing dots appeared on a few of the screens. “They’re just little tags you can carry. I figured you’d put them on lanyards with nametags or something so nobody feels trapped, but they can figure out where you or Lauren are anywhere in the building.”

I don't even bother to talk with the secretary anymore, besides she is only doing her job and there's nothing I can do about that. When I get out of the building I see Miguel and it comes to my attention that with all we installed for my safety, there's an app that tracks my phone, maybe I can do the same with his. "Miguel, can you help me with something?" I asked him as I approached the car. "Of course Miss James, how can I be of assistance?" I take out my phone and hand it to him. "There's an app on my phone that tracks my whereabouts, Domenic has one too can you read on there where he is please." Miguel was defiantly surprised by this and I can see on his face he doubted it.

I got my laptop immediately and I turned on my device and started the tracking immediately. To be sure I wasn’t making a mistake, I decided to track both get phone and wallet at the same time. If I find both in the same location, I will know that she is definitely at that place and that is where I would go. I hoped the devices would be in the same location, and that was my hope as I traced both devices, but I didn’t get the results I was hoping for. They weren’t in the same location, they were not even moving in the same direction. One is stagnant in one direction, while the other one is moving so fast that I wondered where it could be heading to.