“Fuck.” Marcus looks at his watch and then drops his chin to his chest. “We’re going on forty-five hours.”
It hits me like a sledgehammer, and my heart slams in my chest. “The watch!” I scream, bouncing up and down and pointing to my wrist like a deranged nutcase.
Maren’s eyes bulge out of the sockets, and she screams, “The watch!”
“The watch!” I repeat.
“The watch!” She leaps up, yanking me to her and twirling us around.
“The watch, the watch, the watch!” we sing together.
“Is this the first onset of insanity?” Marcus roars, leering at us with complete confusion.
“Walker has my watch!” I try to explain.
“Who the fuck cares?”
“My watch has a GPS tracker in it.”
Realization dawns on his face, and he grins. “Fucking Trixsters.”
“Maren, see what you can find.” I shove her back into her chair.
While she logs into our GPS system, I explain to him how I lost the watch in Walker’s truck. “If he pocketed it like he mentioned, then it may still be on him.”
“If this fucking works, I’m going to buy your damn company.”
“Sorry, Marky, we’re not for sale,” Maren chirps.
He scowls at the name but remains quiet.
I stare at her working, willing her to go faster, desperate to know if we have something to work with.
“I’ve got something!”
We close in on her, watching the screen as she widens a map.
“Your watch is in Savannah.”
“Savannah!?!” I shriek.
“I’m calling the Captain.” Marcus gets his phone out of his pocket.
“How are you going to explain this?” I ask.
“Emi, this is you we’re talking about. Not much explanation necessary.”
He has a point.
“Maren, get me the coordinates and anything else you can provide. Emi, pack up. As soon as I hang up, we’re out of here.”
“Where are we going?” I ask with the hope he’s thinking the same thing I am.
He tips his lips in a coy grin and winks. “We’re going to Savannah.”
Chapter 27
Walker