Go Set A Watchman Audiobook Novels & Stories

The pre-dawn light over the Maine coast wasn't gold; it was a bruised, sickly violet. Inside the flower shop, the air was stagnant. Ethan stood by the window of the small living room, watching the "Audit" SUVs sitting like dead beetles in the snow. His "strong frame" was silhouetted against the frost, his messy jet-black hair matted with the dried blood of the Auditors he had broken. The "Third Messenger." The words played on a loop in his mind, a jagged piece of code that refused to compile.

“I would not use a hood. I would not sit. I would not—” He stopped because the image was merciless, a figure with a hood and quick fingers. The camera’s angle was only partial; the face was in shadow, jawline thin. But there was a watch on the wrist — the same watch Damian had taken off at the vault earlier and set on the crate. Jackson flinched. “That’s the watch,” Jonah said, voice small and fierce. He leaned in, the way someone recognizes a family heirloom in a crowd. “That’s the watch you always wear, Mr. Kingstone. I remember it from the photos. It’s unique.”

Stephen was slightly stunned. “He only listens to two people in his whole life. The first one is the Grand Marshal and the other is Mr. Ethan Rivers.” “What?!” Stephen was baffled. Why would Dr. Rodman listen to Ethan? “I don’t know about the details, but he used to serve under Mr. Rivers.” Stephen went back and started looking into Dr. Rodman’s background. “He used to treat the Grand Marshal. When the Grand Marshal passed away, he followed Ethan and continued his practice. He was once abducted by the South Regent, but Ethan saved him. Ethan is his savior?!”

"It sounds funny Kayden, but the luck of the sixth sense does not always manifest all the time. Especially in real terrible situations like this." I sigh, my frustration threatening to rip out from me. Victor is kind of right. And I am not usually one to rely on luck, or on sixth sense. "Then what do you propose we do Victor? We are running out of time." "Well," he begins. "You will go first, just like you suggested. Then, I will come with the cops later. We will scout the place first. Here, take this." He takes off his wrist watch and stretches it out to me. When I collect the watch and look at it closely, that is when I realize that it is a smartwatch. A luxury smartwatch that does not eve

“I can’t afford to wait or ignore any opportunity.” Caleb’s expression softened, though concern still lingered in his eyes. “I get it… I just wish you’d told me first,” he murmured. “I know,” she replied, offering a small, apologetic smile before turning back to the group. As they stepped into the waiting van, a figure slipped into the shadows nearby, watching silently. A low, gravelly voice muttered into a communicator, “I’ve got eyes on her… and her boss.”

“There’s something I need to warn you about. When you meet the buyer, do not—and I mean under any circumstances—let him touch the watch until you have the money in your hands.” He paused, his intense gaze boring into me. “Do you understand me, Alison?” “Yes,” I whispered. “Good, I’m glad you understand,” he said, but then his face darkened, his lips curling into a dangerous smirk. “Because if you fail this mission, I’ll end you.” My breath hitched, he looked so terrifying as he spoke. “Now go,” Damien ordered, handing me the watch. I clutched it tightly, my hands trembling slightly as I stepped away from him. His voice stopped me mid-step.

My body had changed immediately and I was slowly getting uncomfortable. I was about to call Xavier when the door burst open and he hurried in. One look at me and he rushed to my side, held me tight and started rocking me like a baby. It actually worked because I’m just a few seconds, I was back to myself. “What happening? Your wristwatch went off.” He finally said when I was calm. That was when I remembered the watch. He got it for me so he could monitor me even when we are not with each other. It went off when I started reacting to the video, and than alerted him so he came running.