Ramirez tracking

Harry, I thought to myself. These kids might be here to hurt you.
I sat in the car for a moment while the engine clicked. Then I said, “In the future, you guys should probably look for a crosswalk. Or maybe an adult to hold your hand.”
“We need to talk, Harry,” Ramirez said. “Got a minute?”
I eyed him and then mused, “How’d you pull off the tracking spell?”
“Right wrist,” he said.
I eyed him, then held up my right hand and peered. I had to turn my thumb until it faced almost all the way away from me to spot the dot of black ink on the outside of my wrist.
Ramirez held up his right hand and wiggled his pinky finger, where an identically shaped ink spot marked his skin.
“Wow,” I said in a level tone. “Mistrusting me right from the get-go, huh?”


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