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But my attention shifts.
Outward.
Keller.
He’s exactly where he was five minutes ago.
Same posture.
Same distance.
Same lack of presence.
And that—
That’s wrong.
No one stays that still unless they’re trying not to be seen.
Or they’ve been told not to move.
I watch him for a full ten seconds.
Count his breaths.
Track his micro-adjustments.
Minimal.
Controlled.
He’s not reacting to the room.
He’s holding position.
That’s not a tech.
That’s placement.
“Boone.”
My voice is low, barely there.
He steps in beside me without looking. “Yeah.”
“Watch Keller.”
A pause.
Then—
“I already am,” Boone replies.
Good.
We’re on the same page.
“He’s not doing anything,” Boone adds quietly.
