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I was gone. What an incredibly depressing thought—his home was his self-made prison.
    Smoke cleared his throat, and I realized I’d frozen about a dozen steps behind them, caught up in my revelation.
    With a sigh Stewart motioned to me. “Come here, I want to show you something.”
    We gathered behind Stewart and he picked up some kind circuit board from the table, his body brushing mine as he turned. “This is Sarah’s phone, or what remains of it. Notice anything odd?”
    Smoke studied it for a moment, then sucked in a harsh breath. “Fucking hell.”
    “Fucking hell what?” I tried to keep my irritation under control as I looked at the pile of circuit boards and wires spread out on the table. Smoke stood right next to me and I tried to ignore his nearness while I pretended to understand what I was seeing on the table as I leaned over to examine the bits and pieces. Right now, Smoke should have been all über alpha possessive about me standing so close to my ex-boyfriend, but instead, he was acting like Stewart wasn’t a threat. In a crazy bitch way, I was disappointed by Smoke’s lack of overprotective brooding even as I was glad that I didn’t have to deal with an angry Smoke.
    I needed therapy.
    Smoke moved the lighted magnifying glass over a bit so I could see and pointed at something small and shiny on the table. “That brass bit right there? Tracker.”
    “And that’s just the obvious one,” Stewart picked up the sparkly purple phone case with a white rose on it. I knew right away the phone belonged to Sarah because it was her favorite color and flower. “Got another one in here that worked like a GPS tracker on a scrambled link.”
    “Motherfucker,” Smoke said in a low growl.
    “Indeed,” Stewart said with his typical dry humor. “Even more of a clusterfuck when I was able to trace a bunch of the phone calls to the Iron Horse clubhouses in Denver and Austin that were all transmitted to a third party. And, two of the incoming calls, one from ‘Beach’ and one from ‘Venom’ had trackers on them as well. Someone has been listening in on you, and probably for a while. Bet you’ve had some unexplained shit happening for at least a couple months, people knowing where you’d be. Shipments getting screwed up. Whoever did this knows their shit, but it’s a custom job. The guy who bugged your phones is good, but fortunately for you, I’m better.”
    A wave of anger poured off of Smoke and I flinched as he snarled, “What else?”
    “I’d bet there are a lot more people whose phones are being traced, so you all need to get your shit checked out. Just keep in mind that someone with access to all those phones has been tampering with them. You’ve got a turncoat, so if I were you, I’d have everything checked out by at least two people. Now let me see your phone.”
    Smoke handed over his cell phone with a low growl. “I check it at least once a week.”
    Stewart scrolled through several screens, tapped several times, and then quickly disassembled the phone. He spent a few tense minutes looking it over while Smoke simmered in silent fury. “You’re clean. So it would appear that whoever this was knew that you’d be paranoid about checking your phone, or they didn’t have access to it.”
    We sat in silence while Stewart put Smoke’s phone back together and handed it to him. Without looking at me, Smoke gripped it tight enough I was worried it would shatter. “Gotta make some calls.”
    With an uneasy glance, Stewart gestured to the door leading out of the lab to the main house. “Use the kitchen. Only room in my home not set up to block cell reception. It’s the third room on the right.”
    Smoke nodded with a distracted look, and I stared after him as he left me alone with Stewart. For what felt like forever, we stood there in awkward silence, stealing glances at each other, totally uncomfortable until Stewart sighed. He took a step back and ran his hand through his hair in a way that