“Assistant,” Ghost corrected.
Cap’s eyes narrowed. “Why does that matter.”
Ghost rewound the footage twenty seconds and played it again. Same woman. Same desk. Same movements. She checked the door log. She handled a delivery. She signed something without asking questions. Like this was normal.
Then Ghost switched to a second camera. Different day. Same lobby.
Same woman.
Then a third.
Same.
“She works late,” Ghost said quietly. “Later than the others.”
Brutus scoffed. “A lot of people work late.”
Ghost didn’t react to that. His gaze stayed pinned to the screen. He zoomed in.
Not on a logo.
Not on a document.
On her face.
My skin prickled.
I looked at Cap. Cap looked at Ghost.
“Ghost,” Cap said evenly. “Focus.”
Ghost’s jaw tightened under the mask. He clicked out of the zoom, like he’d been caught doing something he didn’t want to explain.
He pulled up a list. “She’s the point of contact on a few filings.”
Ranger stepped closer. “As in her name is on paperwork.”
Ghost nodded. “As in she touches things other people don’t. Documents. Deliveries. Schedules.”
Cap’s voice stayed calm. “That makes her a potential source.”
Brutus leaned forward. “Or a potential leak.”
Ghost’s fingers stilled for half a second.
“No,” he said. One word. Hard.
The room went quiet again.
I didn’t miss the way his shoulders tightened. I didn’t miss the way his voice had changed. I’d heard Ghost talk about enemies, targets, suspects. He always sounded the same.
This wasn’t that.
Cap watched him. “Explain.”
Ghost swallowed. I saw it in the movement of his throat above the collar of his shirt. “She’s not ring,” he said. “She’s not acting like ring. She’s acting like someone who doesn’t know what she’s standing next to.”
Brutus raised his eyebrows. “And you know that how.”
