"I hope so," she said. Worry fractured her voice, put edges to it that had not been there before. Her dark hair stuck to her forehead, tiny hairs spiderwebbing over her pale flesh.
"He'd been worried about it. The tracker. Really... I dunno. Obsessed with the idea of someone watching us. Keeping tabs. Last time I saw him he couldn't stop touching it. Looking around, checking for cameras..." Her teeth dug into her lip. "Has anyone ever tried this before?"