Page 95 of The Watcher

“Find her.”

Stew draped his arm around her as I stood. I bent and kissed her cheek, clapping Stew on the shoulder firmly as I straightened. I felt the padding under his suit jacket. “Thank you,” I murmured.

He nodded, looking serious and worried. “Anything,” he replied.

Liar.

I shook my head in sorrow and walked out.

I slid into the car, hiding my smirk until I was clear of the coffee shop. The tracker I pressed into the material of his jacket was virtually invisible. Untraceable.

But we’d know where he was.

And where to find Raven.

“I’m coming, baby. Hold on.”