Jonah’s fingers still over the keyboard.
But I notice—
He stops typing.
Cal, across the room, shifts just slightly.
Like a ripple just passed through the team.
Ethan finally moves.
Casual.
Too casual.
He glances toward the back window.
Just a quick look.
Then back to me.
“Yeah,” he says quietly. “That’s a problem. We thought he was with you.”
Ronan steps forward half a pace.
Voice low.
Controlled.
“Name?”
I shake my head.
“Don’t have one.”
Ronan’s jaw tightens slightly.
Ethan rolls his shoulders once.
Decision made.
“Alright,” he says under his breath. “We don’t spook him.”
Too late for that, I think.
But I don’t say it.
“Jonah,” Ethan adds quietly, “lock the doors.”
“Already done,” Jonah replies.
Of course he has.
“Cal,” Ethan continues, “shift right. Quiet.”
Cal doesn’t answer.
He just moves.
