ESME The Valentis were supposed to be a small-time nuisance. They were a local gang, little more than street thugs, so what does that have to do with Julian? Julian’s eyes go wide. "What? No. I don't know any Valentis! I don't know what you're talking about." "The tracker says differently," Mateo says, tossing a small, magnetic black box onto the dining table. It skitters across the wood and stops right in front of Julian’s plate. "This was tucked under the rear wheel well. High-end tech. The kind the Valentis use to shadow trucks before a hit." Judging from my dad's face, Julian isn't leaving here in one piece unless I do something. "He didn't know!" I shout, standing up. "Dad, look at him! He doesn't know anything!" "Sit down, Esme!" he roars, rounding the table. Julian, still confused, tries to push his chair away, but Mateo’s hands are already on his shoulders, pinning him down. "I swear, I don't know what that is!" Julian is crying now—real, ugly tears of terror. "
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