Go Set A Watchman Novels & Stories

The man frowned. "Why?" "Because tomorrow..." "...the courtroom will do more damage than bullets ever could." He ended the transmission. The watcher disappeared into the Manhattan crowd. Unseen. Waiting. For the first move

"I hope I haven't done anything wrong, you've done the exact opposite. You've been efficient, discreet and loyal” A genuine smile spread across her face. "Thank you, sir." "I don't hand out compliments often, so don't let it get to your head." She laughed. "I won't.” I unfastened my wristwatch and placed it on the desk between us. "I want this fitted with a miniature recording device before tomorrow..I want every word of the conversation I'll have with Dennis tomorrow preserved.” She picked up the watch carefully. "I can have it modified tonight." "Good."

More worn. The light no different for the wearing. She thought about Serne's question. About the watchfulness serving different conditions. About what her own watchfulness served now. She had been a watcher for three years in the packhouse. A watcher through the building of Still Waters. A watcher as Keeper of Record. The watching had never stopped. But it served different things now. Not self-preservation. Not evidence-gathering against a mechanism that threatened her. The watching that served the record. That served the room.

Each keystroke was a calculated move in the intricate chess game they were playing—a game where every player was a potential pawn or a threat. On the screen, information scrolled past—financial transactions, surveillance photos, medical reports. The watcher’s eyes narrowed as they focused on a set of recent communications between the man and Evelyn. She was careful, covering her tracks well, but even the most meticulous plans had their flaws. And it was in those flaws that the watcher saw the opportunity.

"There are a few things you need to keep in mind before leaving," the doctor said kindly. "If you feel anything out of the ordinary, be it dizziness, weakness, or pain, just call me right away, don’t wait. It doesn’t matter what time it is." Natasha nodded. Dave also nodded and said, "We will call immediately if anything happens. Thank you, doctor." The doctor smiled and turned to leave the room. Dave helped Natasha stand up slowly. She picked up her bag and was about to walk out when something shiny on the small table beside the bed caught her eye. It was a smart watch.

the numbers blurred as my head throbbed. I must have finally collapsed into a fitful sleep, the device still clutched in my hand. The scream of my dawn-alarm shattered my skull. I silenced it, massaging my temples while the memories of the night flooded back. I grabbed the screen. One new message. Thank the Moon. You heard me. I tore the message open. The Watcher: "You must learn to bear your own teeth. This must be the final time you allow someone to leash your will."

Gossip, that's all they cared about! I leaned in closer, exclaiming frantically "You don’t understand… but I do! I swear, I saw Dwayne go in there! If you don’t believe me, just knock on the door. Have them come out. I just want my watch back, but trust me—when they come out, it's going to look bad. Real bad." The crowd was hooked now, their attention laser-focused on me. I could see Jared’s face slowly darken with every word. The flicker of doubt in his eyes was just what I needed.

Instead, I slid into the BMW sedan parked at the front—a simple, understated choice. Sinking the key into the ignition, I turned it, and the engine purred to life. As I shifted the gear into drive and pressed gently on the accelerator, Robert suddenly knocked on my window, stopping me just before I could leave. I lowered the glass and arched a brow. “Is there a problem, Robert?” “Ma’am, if you won’t allow us to escort you, please wear this watch. It has a tracking device installed. If you ever need us urgently, press this button on the side. We’ll find you immediately,” he explained.

On the podium, the thunderous applause and the crowd’s admiring eyes filled Stephen with satisfaction. “I won this time, Ethan.” Although he had destroyed their families, they still applauded him. Thinking Ethan had probably never experienced that kind of applause, Stephen even wanted to record the scene and show it to Ethan, who would surely be furious when he saw it. Just then, a vehicle with loudspeakers slowly passed by outside, and a deafening voice sounded. “Howard Green, I’ll give you money and weapons, so come to Seaside City immediately and stabilize the situation! Just tell me how much money and weapons you need. If you work with me, I’ll clear your name.”