Then back to her.
“Too precise,” I say. “Too well-timed.”
A beat.
“That wasn’t random.”
Silence.
The kind that settles when something bigger starts to take shape.
“You think it’s connected,” she says.
“I know it is.”
Her jaw tightens slightly.
“Logan—”
“We’ve got a leak.”
The words land between us.
Heavy.
Unavoidable.
Her eyes flick to mine.
Then away.
Thinking.
Fast.
Always fast.
“That’s how he’s tracking behavior,” she says. “Not through systems—through people.”
“Yes.”
“And he’s filtering it,” she continues. “Getting just enough to build patterns.”
“Yes.”
The room feels different now.
Not just tense.
Focused.
Targeted.
“He doesn’t need everything,” she murmurs. “Just enough to predict.”
I nod once.
“That’s how he works.”
