Mated To My Obsessive Stepbrother

Chapter 349

Norlan leaned forward, a look of genuine pride flickering in his fred eyes. "Where the hell did you get something like that?

I smiled faintly. "It's something my company's been working on Private security- grade surveillance. Still in beta, actually. We haven't even brought it to market. I used the last functioning prototype."

He whistled. "And it works?"

"It's working now. Or... it's supposed to."

He smirked, nodding with approval. "So how does it transmit? Satellite uplink?"

"Triple-layered," I replied. "Primary: satellite uplink. Secondary piggybacks off any Wi-Fi or GSM within range. Tertiary: emergency cache mode. If it can't send data immediately, it stores everything - encrypted and bursts it out the moment it regains a connection."

Norlan chuckled softly. "Redundant architecture. Beautiful."

I grinned back. "And it's smart enough to only activate when triggered. No background noise. It saves power, and avoids premature detection."

"That's solid work, Kes. Damn good. Now open the damn alert," he said, almost giddy. "Let's see the face of the fucker."

I finally opened it.

A map loaded. Coordinates. Audio clips. Static frames. My eyes narrowed.

Then, my heart paused for a breath.

The timeline.

"This doesn't make sense," I muttered.

Norlan's expression sobered. "What?"

I turned the screen so he could see. "The feed's timestamped. Look. It says the

theft happened last night. Around 08:17

PM. It should've been real-time," I muttered.

Norlan looked up. "But you said the tracer had a cache mode?"

I nodded. "It does. But cache is a fallback. It's passive. For when you're

underground, or out of range. But this delay?

Twenty-two hours? That's not dead-zone behavior. That's deliberate. Somebody

knew how to suppress the signal."

his temple, "Only

glanced at him.

"They used

The pieces clicked.

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signals. Your tracer couldn't talk to the satellites, and it also couldn't ping a tower. So it

hissed, returning

the feed load. It was a choppy series of frames,

angles, but it

in

my eyes

stomach twist, almost like my

Jake.

was

cold rush of air hit my lungs like I'd been dunked

the shift

I couldn't speak.

clenched so hard it hurt. My tongue felt nailed to the roof of

the phone slowly to him, my hand trembling with a

eyes scanned the screen, and he recoiled like the

breathed, totally stunned.

is, no one would have ever suspected Jake... The Slimy

son of a bitch,”

He works in

he got around

els

failsafes. How

knew where to look."

I was fucking furious.

opportunity to end that little

want to hurt

And now...?

was the

I slammed my fist against the wall, and the sharp pain that greeted my fist grounded me just

to find him as soon as possible. Who knows what

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spiraling rage mixing with something darker than

was a direct fucking threat to everything I

holding the phone.

snatched the phone from his hand and tapped it open