Jealousy In The Battlefield

**TRACY SCOTT** "You took a phone in here?"

That's a dumb question to ask, if he had a phone he would use it to call for help or something, yet I found myself asking.

"No. I didn't. I didn't even think there was cell service here considering the fact that the gas station I passed before getting here didn't have any. I figured that's how the entire area was. I guess not."

He stood straight, slowly approaching the pigeon hole where the sound was coming from.

As he opened it, the call ended almost immediately.

"It's an Android cell."

I lifted my head above the seats to catch a peak of the cell phone.

"It seems as though it belongs to Shawn."

He revealed, coming back to the back seat.

I moved closer, having to raise my head a little or risk not getting a clear picture of what was happening.

"Password protected. It's a pin."

He announced.

"Well. We can always do it. One two three four."

I narrowed my gaze wondering if he thought Shawn was that stupid.

He typed t