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“Our team roster changed recently?” I ask.
Ronan’s eyes flick to mine.
Sharp.
Immediate.
“No.”
One word.
Flat.
Certain.
Yeah.
Thought so.
Ethan’s posture tightens just slightly.
“Why?”
I tilt my head just enough.
Not obvious.
Just enough.
“Because we’ve got one too many bodies in this room.”
Silence.
Not loud.
Not dramatic.
The dangerous kind.
Ronan doesn’t turn his head.
Doesn’t look.
But I see it—
That subtle shift in his stance.
Weight adjusting.
Ready.
Ethan exhales slowly.
“Description.”
“Male. Mid-thirties. Standing like he’s not worried about being here,” I say. “Back window.”
