As much as I didn’t want to believe it, I felt that Mr. Salt might be telling the truth. The watch that lay inside the wooden box, sitting on top of a red silk pillow, looked almost identical to the Trickshot Watch I wore (at least whenever my Watch wasn’t disguised as a normal watch, anyway). There was the familiar TS symbol under the arms. It was even the same colors, though the red and blue were faded like they had been exposed to the air for years. It resembled an exact replica of the Watch on my wrist, but it couldn’t be, because there was only one Trickshot Watch.
Wasn’t there?
I looked up at Mr. Salt. “Where did you get this?”
Mr. Salt folded his arms in front of his chest. “Why do you want to know? I never reveal the names of my business partners to anyone. My suppliers are a tr
