“I was on my bike when I saw someone tag her car. I decided I’d follow,” he says, leaving out what he told me, that he was watching them, which I find interesting.

“You didn’t think about calling it in?”

“Nope,” he says easily.

I rub my lips together when my dad’s expression turns scary.

“This isn’t a game.”

“I’m aware,” Clay bites out.

I’m almost tempted to step between him and my father, but instead I ask, “So is it the same kind of tracker used in other cases?”

Clay’s brother takes it from Dad and flips it over in his hand. “Looks like the others to me.” He hands it to the man next to him.

“I’d say it’s the same.” He hands it back to my dad then meets my gaze. “Did you get a good look at the guys?”

“Not really.” My nose scrunches. “They were both average looking white guys.” I shrug wishing I had more information, but the truth is I was distracted by the man at my side about two seconds after I spotted them standing next to my car.

“What about you?” my dad asks Clay.

He crosses his arms over his chest. “The man who placed the tracker was not one of the men who were here.”

“So, they might not be connected,” I surmise.

“I wouldn’t say that,” Clay’s brother says softly. “These guys tend to work in teams.”

“There has also been a string of carjackings over the last few months. The tracker could have been placed in order for them to find your car later and steal it,” the guy with dark hair explains.

“So, no one has any idea what was intended.” I lift my hands and let them fall to my sides. “Should I be worried?”

“You should always be worried,” Dad says.

I glare at him. “That’s not helpful.”

“I taught you to always be aware of what’s going on around you and to trust your gut if something doesn’t seem right.”

“I know but I’m asking if this tracker situation is something I need to be worried about right now. Will whoever put it on my car put another one on it?”

“I wish we could give you that answer, but we can’t.” Clay’s brother says, then adds, “all you can do is stay vigilant.”

“Great.”

“Why don’t you stay with me and Mom tonight?”

“Brodie is out of town until tomorrow, I’m keeping Jeb for him until he gets home, and besides Leah is home so I won’t be alone.” I watch him let out a frustrated breath, probably because he doesn’t like Brodie who happens to be a guy I dated a while back but stayed friends with, and he knows he can’t force me to stay with him and Mom, even if he really wants to.

“All right, I’ll follow you home, but if you go out this weekend, I want you to tell me when and where you’re going.”

“I can do that.” I agree then look at Clay’s brother and the man with him. “Nice meeting you two.”