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Logan steps in beside me.
Sees it.
Understands it.
Instantly.
“He took her,” he says.
I shake my head once.
Slow.
“No.”
Because that’s not right.
That’s not the move.
That’s not him.
“He let us find this,” I say.
A beat.
“He wants us to follow.”
Logan’s jaw tightens.
“Then we don’t.”
I look at the phone.
At the way it sits there.
Waiting.
Like everything else he does.
“He already planned for that,” I say quietly.
Because that’s the truth.
There is no clean move anymore.
No safe option.
Just choices.
And consequences.
I step forward.
Pick up the phone.
The screen lights instantly.
