Go Set A Watchman Novels & Stories

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."

He was contained, but his intelligence remained sharp and contemptuous. "You failed, Watchman," Tasha began, her tone clinical. "You attempted to introduce chaos to restore the 'integrity' of conflict, and you were neutralized by the very transparent system you sought to corrupt." "I was neutralized by a sentimental error," The Watchman corrected, his voice flat. "Declan leveraged my psychological commitment to the Grandpa Richard protocol. A flaw in my own operational history."

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.

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.

FLASH BACK (Hours before the party) After the shopping with Gracie, I had forgotten my purse in one of her package and so I was heading to her room when I heard a disscussion between two guards "Wow what sort of watch is this?"the first guard asked as he stared at the other watch. "It's not just a watch,it's has a tracking device in it"the one with the watch replied "Really! Where did you get it from?"He asked "Well my girl bought it for me, she is worried about the work I do and so she has bought me a tracker to reach every where I go"he replied "Wish I had a girl friend too who knows she might also get me the tracking watch"the other said and they walked off.

Even in his next life, to borrow from a mafia won't be an option. I walk out of the room and shut the door close. The watch guard beside his room door bow as I walk pass him. "Keep a close watch on him." I tell him without looking back. I walk down the stairs with hands in my pocket, a straight face and a blank one. "Seth should meet me at the office." I tell one of my men. "Ok, boss." He replies as I walk to the main door. "Uhm, boss?" He calls in a questioning tone.

The Wolfe name didn't just come with money—it came with a target on my back. I walked out to the car where Thorne was waiting. I didn't look at the cameras. I just looked at the platin um watch in the box in my lap. I finally put it on. The metal was cold against my skin.

The one that had brought back Iris's memories. I reached out and picked it up. It was cool against my fingers. I looked at it for a moment, then slipped it into my pocket. I walked out of the room and down the stairs. Stephen was waiting at the front entrance. He was holding a small black watch in his hand. "Take this," he said, holding it out to me. "The moment something goes wrong, click the button. We'll come in." I looked at the watch. I took it from his hand, turned it over once, then closed my fist around it. I squeezed hard. The glass cracked. The metal bent. I opened my hand and let the broken pieces fall to the floor.

"It was one job! One! You sit in a garage, you look like a grease monkey, and you tell him the brakes failed. It’s not Shakespeare, you idiot! It’s a simple lie!" "Ms. Newton, please," he stammers, his voice trembling. "He... he wasn't like a normal guy. Owen Kingston is... he looks at you like he’s dissecting your soul, and he didn't ask normal questions. He was looking at things... he saw the watch. I tried to hide it under the sleeve, but—" "The watch?" I scream, my hands flying to my hair. I feel like my head is going to explode. "You wore a fifty-thousand-dollar watch to a grease-pit workshop? Are you actually brain-dead? Did you think the oil would give it a nice patina?"