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For a second, no one says a fucking thing.

Then Noel taps the table.

“Back to business.”

Everything sobers immediately.

“Whoever this is, they knew Amanda's schedule.”

“Knew the theater.”

“Knew enough to sabotage equipment.”

“Knew enough to avoid every camera before Less upgraded the system.”

The room falls silent.

Because now we're talking about someone patient.

Calculated.

Dangerous.

“Could be somebody from theater staff,” Jack says.

“Could be,” Ego agrees.

“Could be somebody from the past,” Kai adds.

“Or somebody watching from farther away,” Noel says.

I look at the board.

At the pictures.

At the timelines.

And all I feel is rage.

Cold rage.

Because while we've been celebrating and reconnecting—someone else has been planning.

Watching.

Waiting.

Quiet doesn't mean gone.

It doesn't mean dead.

It means hidden.

And I won't rest until I find the son of a bitch.

“Less.”

I look up.