Amber wondered if he spoke the truth. In irritation, Owen grabbed the iron bar from her hands and smashed the drive recorder.
"Are you nuts, Owen Lynch?" Amber was furious, opening the door. "Get out of my car!"
"Think I want to stay here?" Owen retorted, but he was worried about her. He pulled out a pair of small pliers and opened the drive recorder under the dim light of his cell phone. A micro monitor appeared inside.
"Avery, you're watched. You are in danger now."
Staring at the micro monitor, Amber kept expressionless. She grabbed it and tossed it to the ground.
"Mr. Lynch, I'm curious how you knew about this thing in my car."
Evidently, she suspected him. Owen gaped. "Think I've done it?"
"I don't know if you've done it and don't want to know. I wish you could get out of my si
