Silence.
Tight.
Controlled.
We don’t look at him.
We don’t move toward him.
We don’t give anything away.
But it’s there now.
Confirmed.
“He’s feeding someone,” Boone says quietly.
“Yes.”
“And now we know how.”
“Not yet.”
A pause.
“But we will.”
I glance at Scout.
She’s already looking at me.
Of course she is.
She felt it too.
Not the movement.
The shift.
The confirmation.
“He’s the line,” she says softly.
“Yes.”
Her jaw tightens slightly.
“We don’t cut it yet.”
“No.”
“We follow it.”
“Yes.”
A beat.
Her voice drops just slightly.
