Literature
37 Stitches-Ch.13
Chapter Thirteen
Silas Black ran a hand through his flaming red hair, sipping a cup of tea as he looked at his bright laptop screen. Located on a rooftop of an apartment building overlooking Central Park, Silas watched two blinking dots on the screen. He smiled, not regretting the day he bough the GPS tracking devices. He didn't regret making a fake name, phone number, email address, and ID. He didn't regret spending almost all his money on the expensive electronic devices.
They weren't hard to plant either. When Benson came back to the hospital, he was able to pop the trunk of her car and attach the tiny chips into the linings of the duffl