Chapter 31

“What’s the range?” Mitch asked.

“Optimal is fifteen hundred yards. Inside a building like this one, up to three hundred yards, which is more than enough,” Kip replied.

“What if they manage to get their hands on you?”

“It’s got a built-in GPS.”

“Then I guess you’ll be all right no matter what.”

Kip smiled dryly. “I sure hope so.”

Mitch took him to one of the jail cells. “I’ll leave the door unlocked for now,” he said. “I wouldn’t even put you in here, but letting you wander around town, or even in here, when you’re supposedly under arrest, might raise a few eyebrows.”

“Probably.” Kip settled on the bunk, already feeling claustrophobic despite the fact he knew he could leave—at least for the moment.

“You okay?” John asked, sitting next to him.

“Yeah, for now. When he has to lock me in…?” He shrugged.

“Not big on confined spaces?” John rubbed Kip’s shoulder.