Charles scanned the room, then searched his drawers. Still no watch. It would be nice if at least one good thing happened to him today, but that didn’t seem to be his fate. With a frustrated sigh, he threw himself down upon the bed. Something hard jabbed into his shoulder blades where he landed. He rolled over and moved the pillow back an inch to find a gleaming gold pocket watch.
At first he felt relief, but that soon changed. “This isn’t mine. And it isn’t working…” He was about to put it on the small table beside his bed when he froze. Something about this seemed familiar.
A memory of the night that he and Avery took Audrey Sheridan out on the town to start teaching her some of Avery’s trade in spy work flashed through him like quicksilver. Avery at the quiet little pub table where th
