"Why? What happened?" I ask, wondering why I was concerned about the life of someone who was ready to sell me to a killer.
"He's not answering his phone and when I tried tracking his phone, it's showing that he's tracker is disabled, and that's not possible because he had no idea that there was a tracker on his phone." Kate rambles.
"Why is there a tracker on his phone?" I ask, my interest piqued at the absurdity of her statement.
"Of all the things I said and all you heard was the tracker on his phone. I knew you were selfish, but I didn't think it would be to the extent where you wish your own father death." Kate says in a defensive tone, successfully diverting my attention from my earlier question.
"Have you reported this to cops?" I ask, thinking of what to do in this situation
