I Can Track Everything Novels & Stories

He began to fondle my breasts slowly. “Hey, Grace. This is insane. You are really putting me into temptations.” Ken said, but he pulled me hard against his body. “Assure me that your husband isn’t coming back.” Ken told me. I stood up, went over and took my I pad. I opened a tracking system that was installed on it. It would track my husband’s phone, exact location to the precision of 10 meters. I froze the moment the tracker indicated that the phone was so close to me, proximity of just 10 meters! Ken must have realized my horror upon the realization that my husband could as well be right outside the house.

Ken nodded. Reno immediately activated his internal tracker. The system wasn’t just any tracker; it was one Reno had created himself, beyond the security standards of any company. It normally never failed. But today was different. The system displayed consecutive red notifications. “ERROR. Unable to track suspicious activity.” Reno narrowed his eyes. “Impossible.” Ken stepped closer. “Is there a problem, Sir?” “Someone cut off the transaction trail. Even my system can’t find a gap.” “As in… completely clean?” Ken asked.

He crushes the tracker in his fist. "They know everything."

“The tracker uses GPS and a software application to show your real-time location via an internet connection. The blinking dot is still pointing to your former location because that was where you were when your phone died. Once your phone is charged and back on, it’ll point to wherever you are at that moment.” He glanced at me, explaining further. “It’s not some invasive tool like a camera or microphone that lets me see or hear what you’re doing. It only tracks your location. So you don’t have to worry about me invading your privacy. As long as your phone is on and connected and with you, I can pinpoint your exact whereabouts and find you if you’re in danger. I noticed you were at that place

“She’s not escaping this one. That man might be a walking dumpster fire, but he’s still our dumpster fire.” Ivy snorted. “Please, where will you even find her? She wasn’t in class all day.” I just grinned and pulled out my phone, unlocking it with a few quick taps and they all leaned in. “What’s that?” “A tracker.” They blinked. “I installed a tracking app on Sasha’s phone,” I said sweetly, “because our dear Sasha has too many bad habits, like vanishing for days, getting drunk in club toilets, or hooking up with dudes who look like walking hepatitis.”

I tried to login again but it was still the same results. “How was this even possible? What happened to the tracker?” I took out my phone and called my technologist friend to ask him what the problem was. “Can you send me the IP address of the tracker?” “Yes, i just sent it to you.” “Okay j would do a quick scan on it now.” I waited patiently for his computer systems to finish booting up all system updates from the tracker. “Hey any update yet?” “Yes, i can see her locations for over the past few days and the one if this morning.”

My jaw tightened as I drove deeper into the city, the scenery shifting around me, buildings rising higher, streets getting busier, people everywhere doing normal things like the world isn’t slowly being pulled apart behind the scenes. It almost felt unreal. Too calm. Too loud in a different way. Cars everywhere. Voices. Lights. No scent trails strong enough to track anything clearly. It’s messy and annoying. But not impossible. I reached into my pocket and pulled out a small device, no bigger than my palm, dark, simple, built by me, tested by me, and very effective when used right. I made sure of that before leaving. Two trackers exacted from all the transactions and calls place by the I kno

For the millionth time, I opened the tracker app on my phone. Her blue dot was still at the manor. As soon as it moved, I'd alert Isaac. He had access to the same app. I knew he was also watching, but it made me feel better to see her, even if she was a blue dot.

But I’m glad for the concealed protection underneath. The rest dress in tactical black. Vests strapped tight. Boots laced. Gloves ready. They look like they’re about to storm a compound — which, honestly, might be the less complicated option. Logan steps forward, holding what looks like a sleek black aerosol can from the future. “You all know the company created the new tracking device,” he says, shaking it. “Spray it on skin. An invisible marker for two days of tracking. It’s next-level, outer-space shit.”

The next morning, I'm laying in my bed, too afraid to get out from underneath my covers. After Zane and Alec basically dragged me back to my dorm room, one I can't remember which one did it now, but he picked up my phone from the nightstand. He said he was programming both of their numbers into it before sending a text from my phone to all of theirs. He also said he was installing a fucking tracking app on my phone. Apparently, the school has their own and people can share locations with friends on there. They both will know my location every second of the day.