Desperate to leave the voice in her head behind, Haven left the watch on the bed, and fled from the room. She had to go somewhere, do something to take her mind from Perez's words. He'd dug things from the bottom of her soul and laid them bare before her like moldering bones. She didn't get the information she wanted, but she knew from what they'd read in the book that Perez had to fulfill a task. A task involving her.
Screw him.