“No.”
But something in his voice shifts just slightly.
Not doubt.
Recognition.
He feels it too.
I turn fully toward him now. “We need to tighten this.”
“We already did.”
“Not enough.”
The words come faster now. Not panic.
Precision.
Because I can feel it—
The gap.
I just can’t see where it is yet.
Logan steps closer, his voice low. “Talk to me.”
I press my fingers briefly to my temple, forcing the noise in my head into something usable.
“He didn’t escalate,” I say.
“No.”
“He didn’t wait either.”
Logan’s expression tightens slightly.
“No.”
Which means—
“He moved ahead of us.”
The words land between us.
Heavy.
Real.
And that’s when it clicks.
Not fully.
Not clearly.
But enough.
My head snaps slightly toward the road.
