CHAPTER 35: THE LEAK
We spent the next two days cross‑checking every move we’d made since the first note appeared on the storage shed bench. Every route we’d taken, every cabin we’d visited, every name we’d spoken aloud around the map table — anything the Locksmiths could have known that no one outside our inner circle should have heard. We went back over radio logs, meeting minutes, even the times we’d left the west gates unlatched for supply deliveries, searching for the smallest gap or inconsistency.
“Three separate times,” Rian said, spreading marked maps across the table late that second night, his finger tracing red lines over winding trails. “They knew exactly where Lila would stop on the north run, even though we changed the shelter spot at the very last minute. They knew exactly
