by Jodie Kobe
“Ms. Clancy,” Mr. Welds says. “I am terribly sorry for what happened. If it hadn’t been for your tracker, we’d be wondering where you could have possibly gone.”
I scratch the back of my head. “Tracker? Rob said that...”
So I do have a tracker on me.
Mr. Welds raises an eyebrow, possibly curious to why I stopped talking so suddenly. “Rob said what?”
I wave a hand. “It’s not important.”
Mr. Welds gestures around him for no apparent reason. “You might have a few questions for me?”
I scowl. Not for Mr. Welds. “For Rob.”
“Robin is occupied for the moment. Come.” He points to Piers, who has turned rigid next to me. “You can continue your work. I appreciate you interrupting the fight.”
“Sir.” Piers gives him a nod before moving on, but not before casting me a worried glance.
The fight. Mr. Welds knows about it. So there must be surveillance cameras in hidden places.
