He came on a Tuesday.
She knew, from Sable's information, that he would come — that he'd identified her pattern, the Tuesday morning bookshop visit she'd resumed from childhood habit, the specific predictability of it. She knew he was coming and she had been not-telling anyone, had been carrying this specific knowledge for three days, turning it over in the privacy of her thinking.
This was a decision she had made deliberately and examined carefully before making.
The Pack would not allow her to go alone if they knew. The tactical logic was sound — proximity was his mechanism, multiple contacts would do the damage. One meeting, properly managed, would give her information without enabling the working. One meeting, alone, with her understanding of what he was attempting and her knowledge
