“No!” Jessa couldn’t slow down her pulse or control the jumping inside of her. She knew Faith was scared for her and trying to help, but Faith didn’t understand. “I told you. We can’t trust her. This is so much bigger than you think.”

“Okay.” Faith squeezed Jessa even tighter. “You’ve been through a horrible thing. Your mind is racing. Those neurons are firing. I need you to breathe.”

The comfort suffocated her. Jessa jumped up from the couch. She needed to move, to burn off the frenzy of emotions bombarding her. “This isn’t really about Darren. It’s about a group of women.”

“That doesn’t make sense.”

“A vigilante group.”

“Jessa, sit.” The trace of pain in Faith’s voice was hard to miss. “Please.”

“No, no.” Jessa sat down with her hand on Faith’s leg then shot up again. She couldn’t afford to be at ease. She needed this energy. She had to store it up and get to Gabby. “They found me here. I’m so sorry. I should have warned you, but I wasn’t allowed.”

“I don’t understand.”

Of course she didn’t. She couldn’t. “Someone knows I’m staying with you, and that person told Darren.”

Faith winced. “Was it a secret? I think I told—”

“You didn’t do anything wrong. This is . . .” Jessa ran through her memories, trying to spot someone following her. She didn’t see how a camera could have been planted in here, but she looked around anyway. Her gaze fell on her bag, and it all made sense. “They have some sort of tracker on me.”

“We need to get you to a hospital. I’m worried about a head injury.” Faith’s soothing voice contrasted with Jessa’s sharp, staccato one.

Jessa ignored the comment as she dove for her bag. She pulled out her cell phone. The GPS. If the group could uncover all these secrets about the men they targeted, they could trace her. “I need to get the chip out.”

“What?”

“They can find me through this.” Jessa held up her phone, knowing she verged on sounding paranoid. But she was right. They knew too much. She couldn’t make it easy on them to gather even more intel. “I need this one number, but the rest of what’s on there doesn’t matter.”

She repeated Gabby’s number a few times, sinking it into memory. When that didn’t work, Jessa grabbed a pen and wrote it on her arm, then she ripped at her cell, trying to take it apart. Her hands shook, and her muscles ignored the orders from her brain.

“Let me help.” Faith used her fingernail and took out a tiny memory card. “This?”

Jessa snatched it out of her hand and ran to the bathroom. She flushed it.