They do not understand that the quietest person in the room may already have changed the ending.
The secure line crackled softly under the grocery receipt.
Linda heard it first.
Her eyes flicked to the table.
Silas was still leaning over me, still smiling into her phone like he was starring in his own evidence.
Then my phone lit up.
Not with a contact photo.
Not with a normal call screen.
With a secure alert code in blocky white characters.
Linda’s smile disappeared.
The red recording dot on her phone shook.
“What is that?” she whispered.
Silas followed her stare.
For the first time since he put the cuffs on me, his grip changed.
Not looser.
Not yet.
But uncertain.
The voice came through the speaker low and controlled.
“General Thorne, hold position.”
No one moved.
Even the rain seemed to go quiet for half a second.
Linda’s lips parted.
