“What’s going on?” I ask.
“Thought I heard something. I’m going to check it out,” he says.
I glance toward the front window. It’s still dark out.
Ozzie sits up. “What’s going on?”
“Thought I heard something,” Logan says. He goes to the back door and carefully opens it.
Muffled voices come through, but I can’t make out what is being said. There is the official bunkhouse, but it’s far enough away we shouldn’t hear voices from there.
With an uneasy feeling, I get up and put on my shoes, too.
Logan comes back, leaving the door open. “We have to go. Now. Don’t turn on any lights.”
Brian gets out of bed, already fully dressed and ready to go. Logan motions for us to follow him. We go out the back door, and the moon is partially covered by clouds, so it’s hard to see, but we make our way into a field of tall grass.
Logan stops and turns to us.
“What did you hear?” Ozzie asks.
“Three men were talking. They said the phone pinged near here. It sounded like they were going into each building, and I’m pretty sure ours was next.”
“They are tracking your phones?” I ask.
Ozzie and Logan look at Brian. “Most likely Brian’s.”
Brian frowns. “Why mine?”
“Let me see your phone,” Logan says.
“The government can track it, right? Since they issued it?” I ask. “Is that who is out there?” I point back to where we came from. “Does Ruiz have someone in the FBI helping him?”
The guys all turn their gaze to me. Brian frowns. “Wow, that’s a lot of conclusions you just jumped to. It’s not the government,” Brian says as he grabs his phone out of his pocket. “And sadly, there are plenty of people out there who have figured out how to track a phone. It could be any of our phones.”
“Doubtful,” Logan says as he takes Brian’s phone from him. “Ozzie and I shut ours down and removed the battery.”
“With the exception of checking in and that FaceTime call yesterday,” Ozzie says.
Logan turns off Brian’s phone and then removes the battery. It makes a crunching sound.
“Hey!” Brian says.
“Sorry. But what the hell, Brian? You didn’t even turn it off.”
“What about hers?” Brian points at me.
“Took care of it before we got here,” Logan says.
Brian looks at all three of us. “Well, why the hell didn’t you tell me to do the same?”
Ozzie shakes his head. “Kind of figured an FBI agent would know the basics. Let’s go.”
We silently make our way through the field to the other side, where the main house and a barn stand. I shiver as the guys take in our surroundings. Logan rubs my arms with his.
“Hey,” Ozzie steps up next to us. “We either steal a car or some horses.”
“I vote for a car,” Brian says.
