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“I know.”
“That’s the problem.”
“Yes.”
We let the silence sit for a second.
Controlled.
Focused.
“Too clean,” Boone says.
“Too placed.”
A beat.
“You think he’s the leak.”
“I think he’s part of it.”
Boone exhales slowly.
“Want me to pull him?”
“No.”
Immediate.
Because that’s exactly what Sentinel would expect.
And I don’t play into expectations.
“Not yet,” I add.
Boone nods slightly. “You want to watch him.”
“I want him comfortable.”
A pause.
“Because if he’s reporting,” I continue, “he needs something to report.”
“And if we pull him too early—”
“We lose the line.”
Boone’s jaw tightens slightly.
“Understood.”
I shift my focus back to Scout.
She’s holding.
Barely.
But she’s holding.
