Go Set A Watchman 소설 & 이야기

“But not today if that is not the right order. Soon though." A pause. He weighs my statement. I wait. Heart practically in my mouth. "Soon," he says. It is not a promise exactly. But it is not nothing either. "We need to go back for it," I say. "Not tonight. Not until I know exactly who is watching that alley and whether the shooter reported back that the drive was missing." He taps the pen once against the pad. "If they do not know it is still there, we have time. If they do know, someone may already be waiting."

Just silence. His fingers twitch, and as he shifts slightly, a glint of metal catches his eye. His watch. Antique. Gold. Timeless. Etched initials on the underside. A gift from Madam Farwell, his beloved grandma. “How will I tell her?” He hummed. He picks it up slowly, as if touching something sacred. He stares at the face of the watch. Then flips it over. The inscription glows faintly in the morning light. “To time, forgiveness, and those we love too fiercely to let go.”

He unscrewed the tiny screws one after another, carefully setting them aside so none would be lost. Gabriel watched closely, his jaw tight. Then Stone opened the casing. Gabriel’s breath caught immediately. Inside the watch was a tiny camera, perfectly hidden. So small, so well placed, that only someone with special training would ever notice it. Stone gently removed it and placed it into a clear plastic evidence bag, sealing it carefully. After that, he reassembled the watch exactly the way it was. Gabriel ran a hand over his face. “Your wife needs double protection now,” Stone said firmly.

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.

On New Year's Eve, she stayed in Marcus's room to keep him company and did not come home all night. At his son's parent-teacher meeting, she and Marcus attended together like a loving couple. Even when she traveled for work, she forgot to buy me a gift but remembered Marcus's measurements and bought him a suit. Whenever I questioned her even slightly, she accused me of having a dirty mind and insisted she was only taking normal care of him. A few days ago, I saw the purchase record for that fifty-two-thousand-dollar watch. I thought she had finally thought of me. Instead, reality slapped me hard across the face.

"Doesn't matter what interests you. It matters what interests the board. You win this, you prove you're ready. I'll grease the palms I need to. But you carry your weight." Fuck. Work with the girl who told me I have ice in place of a heart. The girl who said she never wants to see me again. Sloane Carter in close quarters for months. Her, hating me. Me, hating that I can't forget how she tastes. "Where's your watch?" His voice bulldozed through. "What?" "Your watch. Where is it?" His eyes scanned my wrist like I'd committed treason. "You're not supposed to take it off. Ever."

I nodded for the beautiful informationa nd sat onthe sofa again, "I will commit the robbery within a couple of days. Just let your guards abandon the gun for a day", I said being serious. He laughed and walked up to sit beside me. "you go with your work proposal first", Damon said. I moved my hands in my pants and gave him the watch, "I want the exact price of it", i said. Damon keenly looked at the watch and then smiled saying, "dont tell me you went to meet Johnas to steel his watch"

Out of anyone, he shouldn’t have let this happen because he knows what it is. What it means. What we would have been without them. “Where the fuck is she?” I cock the hammer, knowing that in broad daylight with a few dozen witnesses, no one on the southern line is going to say or do shit when I splatter his brains across the sidewalk. I won’t even try to dissect how the fuck Grimm turned her smartwatch into a listening device, but I will be writing him a blank check for it. Not only does it give me Georgie’s location via her watch, but the full confession that clicks the hammer back in place. Stooping down to the man, stuffing his mouth with the desert eagle.

“I’m so sorry. I checked my mirrors and everything.” “It is not your fault. Eventually, he would have found you.” Holden declares as he grabs his jacket from behind the front door. “Upon inspecting his vehicle, I noticed the presence of high-quality equipment, indicating that he is a professional. Additionally, his watch is equipped with a tracking device that will be monitored if it remains in constant motion. I plan to exchange his watch with a trucker at the gas station.” “Please… be safe.” His eyes spring to mine, and he stares at me for a moment before he nods his head. “Yeah… Thanks. You too. Stay away from the windows.” He closes the door behind him and a beeping sound fills the cabin

I kept admiring the watch that was shining so bright in my hand, what if I take this watch and run away, what I wanted was to gather money and finally leave this place, what if I take this watch and run away I can resell it and start a new life and it's not like I'm doing anything bad because he bought the watch for me, so it now belongs to me, I'm not doing anything wrong? But still I want to complete my stay here before I leave, but then I would like to leave after the time I promised myself and I'm going to leave peacefully cause if I suddenly disappear now then they might say that I stole something from them and run away, I don't want to leave a bad reputation so I'm going to try my best