“Who is missing their watch?” Caleb is busy gazing at the tiny pumpkin pies like they’re the answer to his salvation. “Charlie is,” he says without looking up. Layla glances at my bare wrist, then up to my face. Her eyes narrow and her head cocks to the side. “Is it a silver watch? Black face?” I take another bite of bear claw and nod. “Yeah.” “Hmm,” she says, mouth twisted to the side. A creeping feeling of unease pinches at the back of my neck. It’s the same look she gave Beckett that day she walked into the office and realized she was ambushed. She’s sizing me up, trying to figure me out. I
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