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“What about it?”
“It’s a tracking device, isn’t it?”
Seth nodded. “Sort of. It’s a security device. She can press on it when she needs help. It’ll send police officers to her location.”
Zane stopped by the car door. “And you’re okay with that?”
“Why not? It keeps her safe.” He got into the car.
“Does it allow the old man to keep track of her movements? Or do only the police have access to that information?”
Seth drummed his fingers on the steering wheel.
“Isn’t it odd that the old man is keeping track of her that way?”
“What are you trying to say?”
Zane sighed. “I’m on your side, so I’m on Clary’s side.” His brows twitched, bringing the lightened portion of his scar across his brow to Seth’s attention.
Like his chipped tooth, Zane’s scar was another of Holly’s marks.
“I’m just concerned about why the old man is keeping track of Clary like that. I know she trusts him, which means she won’t question his motives.” Zane pulled the seat belt over himself. “Which means that perhaps all the more, we should.”
Turning the key in the ignition, Seth said, “I don’t think Edward Eolenfeld would hurt Clary.”
“I’m assuming that’s because of what Clary told you.”
It was.
Seth looked over at his brother. If it hadn’t been for Zane, Seth wouldn’t have survived Holly Eolenfeld. He’d come to rely on Zane for many, many things, because Zane was often right.
Seth ran his tongue under his teeth and rubbed it against his chipped canine.
Was Zane right about this too?
CHAPTER 13
Seth strode out of the elevator and toward Clary’s office at seven-thirty. He’d checked in with Andrea throughout the day, so he knew Clary was still busy.
Her assistant eyed the bag in his hand.
“Why is everyone still here?” he asked.
The official hours of the bank had ended, but bank employees were still around.
“Clary only gave the ultimatum to the front-end employees after the bank closed, so security is still processing the new passes for those who decided to stay. She’s also made it clear that she wants to rectify the problems as soon as possible and told them to send any suggestions straight to her email.” Andrea’s brows flicked up. “I’m sure anyone with any sense would’ve sent her a proposal in hopes of getting in her good books.”
“Red velvet muffin.” He took out a box from the bag and set it down on her desk.
“Thanks.” She lifted the box. “But for the record, I prefer chocolate muffins.”
He nodded once, which surprised him when he realized what he’d done. He normally didn’t care who liked what. But Clary cared about Andrea, and he had to admit she’d made a great choice of assistant.
Much better than the one Edward Eolenfeld provided.
“Aren’t you interested to know if Ron or the Hayes security team found anything?”
He stopped and turned to her.
