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also have my phone, the Maglite, some toiletries…” She trailed off, her brows sliding together as she looked at him. “What?”
    He let out an exhale loaded with remorse. “About your phone. I’m gonna need it.”
    “But I turned it off when we left the motel, just like you asked,” Kylie said. She held the thing up as proof, and man, Devon felt like shit for what he was about to do.
    Not that he wasn’t still going to do it. “I know, but there’s still a chance it can be tracked. It would take a lot of time and effort, so the chance is small, but it’s not worth the risk.”
    “So what are you going to do with it?”
    “Truth?”
    She nodded, and he wished like fuck she hadn’t because now he had to say, “I’m going to pull over in the next secluded spot I see and put a couple nine millimeter slugs in it, just to be sure the GPS won’t out our location.”
    Her breath escaped in a shocked chirp. “You’re going to shoot my phone?”
    “Sorry. But yeah.”
    “What about yours? If Fagan knows your car, he knows you. Can’t he track your phone too?” Kylie challenged, knotting her arms over her chest. Goddamn it, they were going to need to find her a new top when they stopped for supplies. Preferably one with the dimensions and sex appeal of a burlap sack.
    “No,” Devon said, pulling over on a sandy shoulder on the desolate stretch of road. It was as good a spot as any, and the sooner he got rid of her technology, the better, really.
    “ No ? That’s all you’ve got?”
    Damn, she hadn’t been messing around when she’d warned him about the sarcastic/defensive thing. “First of all, we don’t know that Fagan can ID my car. But secondly, I freelance private security for a living. When I’m on the job, my personal cell goes under lock and key in a safe location. After that, it’s strictly burner phones, so I tossed the one I was using after I briefed your brother.”
    Kylie’s dark brows shot upward. “You tossed it. As in…?”
    “Out the window, about a hundred and ten miles ago. I already swapped it for a new one, just in case.”
    “Oh.” She bit her lip, her eyes darting out the window as he slowed the car and pulled over to the shoulder. “I guess you’ve thought of everything.”
    That, and he owed her brother the crown jewel of debts for the one time he hadn’t thought of everything and had ended up endangering not only himself, but his entire team, including Kellan. Not that Devon wanted to go there right now—or, okay, ever. “This is my job, Kylie. I keep people safe.”
    As if to prove the point, he nodded at the cluster of trees just past the shoulder of the road where they’d stopped.
    “You want me to go with you while you blow my phone to kingdom come?” she asked.
    Devon answered her question by getting out of the Challenger and rounding the front of the vehicle to open the passenger door for her. “Your brother trusts me to keep you safe, which means you don’t leave my sight unless absolutely necessary.”
    For a second, she looked like she might argue. But something shifted in her bright blue stare, prompting her to murmur, “Whatever blows your skirt up, I guess.”
    He led her through the trees, just enough for them to have cover while still keeping one eye on the car. Dropping her phone in a bald patch in the grass, Devon paced off about fifteen steps, because seriously, shrapnel was a bitch best left alone.
    He unholstered his backup weapon from its spot just above his left ankle. “Go ahead and get behind me. And you’re going to want to cover your ears.”
    Although she looked way less than thrilled about it, Kylie did as he asked. She stood close enough for him to feel her flinch at both shots he fired into her iPhone, but he had to hand it to her. Rather than get uppity about the ruined tech or complain about lost contacts the way some people did, she simply waited for him to make sure the GPS had been effectively disabled.
    Two seconds later,