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A bird crosses the sky.

Light changes against the rocks.

But on the north camera, the same branch rests against the fence.

The same shadow falls across the ground.

Taylor checks the time stamp.

“It’s looping.”

“How long?”

His hands move over the controls.

“Three hours and twelve minutes.”

Hayley steps closer.

“What does that mean?”

“Someone replaced the live feed with an earlier recording.”

“Can Navarro do that?”

“Anyone with access to the camera could.”

“Then people are there.”

“Yes.”

I reach for my phone.

Arthur catches my wrist.

“You told them no communication.”

“That was before we knew the compound was breached.”

“And if someone is monitoring our transmissions?”

I hate when he’s right.

Taylor opens another screen.

“Kane will approach from the west.”

“How do you know?” Hayley asks.

“Because that’s what Sean would do,” Taylor answers.

Will retrieves a case from beneath the desk.

“What are you doing?” I ask.

“Getting ready.”

“We’re not leaving Red Canyon.”