ROWAN
The liquid in the basin curdles. Bubbles rise before clearing out, revealing images of Willow Thompson sitting in a ritual circle with a witch.
They are in the middle of a ritual. I can’t hear what they are saying. With the tracker band off, this is the next best bet to see what she’s doing.
“Can you see her?” Mitch asks, his voice sounds far away.
“Yes.” I grunt. “I see her. She’s not alone. There’s someone else with her. A witch. They are holding a ritual.”
“Can you hear them?”
“No.”
Mitch snorts. “We would be able to if only she didn’t take the band off. It was your job to make sure she didn’t, you know?”
“Shut the f**k up.” I hiss. “She’ll have it back on tomorrow. I know she will.”
“She better. Trust me Rowan, you do not want to piss up the higher ups.”
“f**k the hig
