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The Drafter Kim Harrison 15910K 2023-08-31

"My sweater?" She looked down at it, not believing what he’d just said, and his neck reddened

"It’s, ah, not very practical," he ae juice frolass of ice in a sound of disbelief "Phone, please?"

"I ditched it in Detroit," she said sourly I’m not supposed to cook and my sweater is a little tired? It’s Donna Karan But, on second thought, he was right about the sweater

"Really?" He took a glass phone out of the bag and pushed it to her, the purchase apps lighting up as it found the table’s ordering syste grungy, she reached for it, wishing he’d gotten a sy was fun, but her learning curve was shallow At least she kne to turn it on That Silas ith her brought a weird ratitude, and discomfort "Thanks," she said as she took her SIM card fro to need your phone If I tap my bank, they’ll knohere I am"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, is that from your old phone?" She nodded, and he held out his hand, his expression both irate and relieved "May I?"

She handed it over, shocked when he snapped it in two "Hey!" she shouted, then lowered her voice, not liking that people had turned "You can’t track SIM cards," she said as he dropped the broken card into his empty cup "That was ave it to you?" he asked, voice as angry as hers

Ticked, she slu at Silas being tested She didn’t have

"Look, I’rew "I know the names and numbers were important, but don’t you have a diary? Every drafter I’ve ers into her temples Even if she found her diary, she wasn’t sure she’d trust it noritten in her own handwriting or not "You can’t track a SIM card," she said again, but he was dead serious, and a sliver of worry cooled her anger

"Maybe" His gaze went distant behind her She’d accuse hi as she scanned the floor for Allen or Bill--or anyone who looked too perfect "It takes a while to zero in on a tracker Even if you’re tagged, we probably have so as you broke Allen’s kneecap and fingers"

She winced at his accusing tone, re Allen’s face pale under his black curls when she snapped theive me if I didn’t want to end up in the back of a white panel van"

Silas held up a hand in acknowledgot that part Here"