Page 41 of The Scarab's Game
He’d only let it interfere with a few ops, and the team had rallied to cover for him. But tough decisions were in his near future.
“I would have thought the extra help would be welcome?” I said.
He groaned in frustration. “She’s a nurse, so she can manage everything, but she’s insisting I take a vacation.”
“You need one of those.” Even though the timing was shit for us.
“Not while you’re in the middle of a— Sorry, you didn’t call to hear me complain. What do you need?”
A little quid pro quo. I needed something from him, and he needed a distraction. “We’re going somewhere we won’t have access to a phone, so I was wondering?—”
“Can you wear a watch?” His voice brightened. “I have a prototype we can hook up to one of our earpieces and amplify its secure signal.”
“That’s what I was hoping you’d say.”
“It still needs a little work, though. Who’s going to wear it?”
“Me.”
Will chuckled. “I warn you, the prototype isonlyan Omega, so you may hate it.”
“I’ll be wearing a tux. Promise me it won’t stand out.”
“Black leather strap and face with gold accents. You’ll look great.”
“I’ll suffer. Can you ship it tonight?”
“One sec.” Will grew quiet. Maybe checking something on his computer. Maybe checking the prototype.
I glanced over Rav’s shoulder. Dante had moved his chair closer to Jenn’s. Another course was being delivered, along with a new wine.
Son of a bitch.
“Will, do you have any jewelry for a woman with an embedded GPS tracker? Or something you could easily add one to?”
“I do. For Jayce?”
“It’s for Jenn.” I closed my eyes, forcing myself to stop looking at her enjoying her time withhim. “With Fenix involved in the gallery and her working there, I’d feel more comfortable if I knew where to find her at all times.”
“I have a few options.”
“My watch will also need to work underground. May not get a strong cellular or satellite signal.”
“It’s not ready for that, but I should be able to…” Will trailed off, muttering to himself. He was likely already pulling tools to start the job.
“How much time do you need? I want it for the initial recon tomorrow afternoon.”
“It’ll be tight. I was working on the scarab decoy, but I can put that aside?—”
“We might need the decoy.”
“Hmm… I can work through the night, but…”
“If I send the jet, can you hand everything to them at the airport in the morning?”
“Doubt it. But here’s what I can do: Katie wants me to get out of town for a few days and relax. How about I pack up the tools I need and hop on the jet myself? I can work on the flight and make any tweaks required tomorrow afternoon.”
That was the best idea I’d heard all week.