Antonio spoke more to himself than to her. He fished his smartphone out of his pocket and watched her bite her lip, a sure sign of guilt. He looked at the phone and then at her again. “My phone, Cassidy? You bugged my phone because you didn’t trust me?” “Antonio—” “How did you . . . ?” He floundered, flabbergasted she’d gone to such lengths. “Last week,” she answered in a soft voice. “When you came to my office?” She nodded. “You’ve been keeping track of me and my conversations all week?” “I didn’t activate the software after I downloaded it,” she said hastily, as if that made what she’d done acceptable. “After you asked me to remove the software from your computer, I did, but I-I didn’t mention the one I’d saved to your phone. I swear I only activated it tonight because you ran off and I didn’t know where you’d gone. I didn’t know what to do.” “The software has a GPS component?” When she nodded, Antonio almost crushed the phone in his hand.
