The Chase

Beck wanted to believe gawkers were merely rubbing him the wrong way. Then again, why else would people be staring? Seth and Heavenly had no ties here, and he hadn’t lived in Vegas in over a decade.

“You’re probably right.” He clapped Seth on the shoulder. “That necklace was perfect, man.”

The big PI’s expression turned downright devious. “More than you know. Before we left for Vegas, I grabbed a small GPS tracker. For a rather large service fee, the salesclerk embedded the chip into the locket and sealed it shut.”

So they would always know where Heavenly was.

Beck high-fived him. “You sly motherfucker. I like you better every day.”

“You were right; vinegar doesn’t work. Think of this as my ‘honey.’ Knowing her location won’t keep her safe, but we’ll have a starting point if we need it. And if she doesn’t come home…”

Beck shook his head. “I’m not giving up.”

“Me, either.” Seth stopped smiling. “What will we do if she decides her future isn’t with us?”

“Honestly, man? I don’t have a fucking clue how, but we’ll change her mind.”