Go Set A Watchman Audiobook Novels & Stories

Then came a soft, metallic tap as a ring struck the wooden armrest. Her hands froze instantly above the keys, her heart skipping a violent beat. No, she thought, it couldn't be. Slowly, almost unwillingly, she turned her face toward the dark, empty auditorium. Someone was sitting out there in the shadows, watching, listening, and waiting. And although she couldn't see a single feature of his face, she recognized his heartbeat.

I grip the chain, not letting him remove it, but all he does is smile. “Relax, Ella. I’m only replacing it, so you don’t have two chains around your neck.” He holds up a watch and presses the button on the side, and all the guards grab at their ears, “Sorry guys, I had to show her how to use it, and it needed to be tested anyway.” He chuckles but Owen and Malik continue to glare at him. I chuckle myself, and then remove the alarm and hand it to him before he puts the watch onto my wrist and buckles it. I hold my arm up, so I can admire the pretty-looking piece of metal, and it really does look lovely.

He couldn't let Beverly discover the truth—and most importantly, he refused to let this incident tear her away from him. "Kill the witness," he ordered coldly. "Mr. Gray, there's no way I can do that. The witness is under Chief Bronson's protection and is watched over by special forces operators. I'm only calling to give you a heads-up so that you can be prepared for it. "Once the witness shows up tomorrow, the case will officially be opened for investigation. The police will then find you and arrest you. Do you understand me?" The call ended abruptly with a sharp beep.

It was not until the day when I recalled how Snowie could hear my thoughts that I realized something was not right. She thought that I had deliberately written Man as Nan, yet she did not know that at that time, my right eye had been blocked by my hair. I miswrote. The paper still had traces of my correction. I suspected something was wrong with my right eye, so I secretly took it off, put it in my bag, and went to have it checked immediately after asking for leave from my teacher. Sure enough, upon opening it, I found a state-of-the-art surveillance device inside, placed there no more than two weeks ago.

“It feels like it was anchoring something. Like Elio’s presence got stronger when I started wearing it. The echoes felt louder. More solid.” Rhydian looked at me closely. “What do you mean anchoring? Tell me exactly how it felt.” I sat down on the nearest bench. “When I wear it, the echoes feel louder. More solid. Like it is physically holding part of him to me. To this body. The voice gets stronger. The control feels tighter.” Rhydian sat beside me. “The watch is a trap. It tracks us and it strengthens the binding. We need to destroy it right now. No more listening. No more tracking.”

Cold crawls up my spine. Dylan’s hand tightens around mine. “And you,” the voice says. Something inside my stomach flares hot, responding before I can control it. Light spills faintly through my skin. The darkness ripples. “An anomaly,” the voice murmurs. Aaron whispers under his breath, “That doesn’t sound like a compliment.” The silver-eyed watcher lifts her head carefully. “The convergence cannot be undone now.” The darkness above pulses once. Heavy. Interested. “No,” the voice agrees slowly.

“Don't scream. I won’t hurt you. But if you don’t open your door in the next thirty seconds, the men who killed Raymond Holt tonight will find you. They already know your name, and they are not as patient as I am." I come back to the window, and he’s still looking up at my window. He just waits. Like he’s used to being obeyed. I can’t see his face, just his outline. And somehow, he feels dangerous but also safe. It’s a feeling I can’t explain. I think about what the officer said. Above our level. I think about the man who I now know to be Raymond Holt sliding down that wall. "Thirty seconds, Miss Brooks," he says on the phone.

I approach without much hesitation and take the seat next to him. "Buen día." My heart hammers in my ribcage, my hand clamping and unclamping around the case. If this is the wrong person, this could turn ugly really quick. He rotates his wrist, and I glance at his diamond-inlaid watch. The surface catches the light easily, flashing bright. "Beware the wasp that hunts in shadows." My heart stops, and my breath catches. I turn to look at him, but he keeps a straight face, staring at the altar ahead.

To be honest, I had seen it so often that it didn't surprise me anymore. Sure enough, Hailey started listing my crimes. "All I did was give him a watch. How dare you threaten him? Apologize to him right now, or I'm going to demote you!" Without waiting for my response, she dialed Jaxon's number and put the call on speaker. I could barely say a word before he started his wounded act. "I'm the one who should apologize, Ms. Miller. I shouldn't have accepted your gift if it was going to make Mr. Chase so mad. I'll return the watch. Please just tell Mr. Chase to stop targeting me at work."

Anaya yelled, her eyes locked on the dark silhouette of Christ Church looming at the far end of the square. Vikram reached into his leather satchel, his fingers brushing past the cold glass of the vial before gripping the shattered silver pocket watch they had pulled from the underground vault. The metal casing was burning hot now, the internal friction of its forced counter-rotation melting the intricate brass gears within. He raised the watch toward the advancing line of shadow entities and slammed his thumb down on the master winding crown.