“It has a high frequency microchip inside.” He smiled. “My wolf hearing picked it up.”
Gaby paled. “A tracking device?” She took it off and handed it to him.
He put the sea turtle next to his ear. “Yep.”
“That ass. When I ran away, the bracelet and pictures of my mom were the only things I took with me.” She blew out a harsh breath. “He must have inserted the chip when I wasn’t around.”
“You don’t always wear it, though.”
“No. Only on special occasions. I wore it today because of our escape plan. Now I know to leave it behind.”
“Actually, I’ll take out the chip.”
“You know how?”
He quirked his brow. Another skill he possessed. “I do. I just need a watch repair kit or small tools.”
“Hold on.” Gaby went into a cabinet and took out a toolkit. The box contained tools of various sizes. “I’m timing you.” She smiled.
Kane found a micro screwdriver and within seconds took out the RDS tracking chip. He examined it. “I recognize this technology.”
She blinked. “You do?”
Kane took out a magnifying glass then sniffed it. “This one was probably replaced a few months ago.”
Gaby growled like a she-wolf. “I was on a mission two months ago.”
He spotted a tennis ball next to the dog bed. “I have an idea.” He picked up the ball and poked it with a screwdriver, then inserted the chip.
“Is it still activated?”
“Yep. When we leave, I’ll throw the ball as far as I can in the opposite direction of our escape route.”
“Cool.”
“You better leave the bracelet near it for now.”
“I’ll put it back in my box with the tennis ball.” She rushed into her room and then returned. “Thank you.”
He winked. “Time to use your charm on the others.”
They left and took an elevator to the top floor of Director Giles’ private penthouse.
Wrap around glass gave them a view of the vast forest. A flash of running in the woods with a pack led by a white alpha female entered his mind. A brief memory of a past as real as the forest below. His chest tightened, longing to return to his bret
hren.
A butler met them. “This way, please.” He guided them to Giles and the man who must be Avery Kraig sitting at the bar. The man of average build appeared in his late thirties, military cut blond hair and grey eyes. He wore a tailored suit complete with high-grade silver cufflinks. The handsome man could pass for James Bond or a James Bond villain. Collected. Confident. Smug.
His wolf snarled. You and the woman should run. He answered the wolf. Give me a reason. At his wolf’s direction, Kane narrowed his gaze at the men. How many people do you smell, fool? Besides the butler, the cook in the kitchen, the guards at the door, Gaby and Giles, Kane smelled only six. Why couldn’t he smell Kraig? Despite the red flag, he kept his composure.
Director Giles smiled. “Avery Kraig, this is my top handler, canine specialist and adopted daughter, Gaby.”
Gaby smiled at him, though Kane picked up her disgust as being referred to as his adopted daughter. Interestingly, Giles didn’t mention her talent. She shook his hand. “Pleasure.”
“And such a lovely animal whisperer.” Avery smiled.
Giles turned. “This is our patient, who we call Kane.” He chuckled. “Better than John Doe.”