Chapter 6 - The Surgery
I realized with pure horror what Garrick had done to her.
The lump was a military-grade subcutaneous tracking device.
He had planted it inside her during a supposed vitamin injection administered by his private doctor last month.
No matter how far we ran, he would always be able to pinpoint our exact location.
We waited until the mercenaries moved further down the ridge before slipping away toward a deserted highway.
I broke the window of an abandoned gas station and dragged my mother inside the filthy restroom.
I found a rusty razor blade, a bottle of cheap vodka, and a roll of duct tape.
I poured the alcohol over the blade and told my mother to bite down hard on a folded towel.
Tears streamed down my face as I made a deep, precise incision into her bruised arm.
She screamed into the towel, her entire body shaking in agony as I dug into her flesh.
I finally managed to extract a tiny, bloody metallic capsule and wrapped her arm tightly in tape.
I threw the tracker into the back of a passing freight truck, sending a false signal hundreds of miles away.
We were finally off his digital radar, but we were completely stranded and exhausted.
I walked to the payphone outside and dialed Ethan's emergency secondary number.
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The line clicked open, but the voice that answered made my blood freeze in my veins.
"Your partner fought bravely, Sarah, but he is currently bleeding out on my floor," Garrick whispered softly.
