Carver found Felix's trail faster than Hunter expected, using contacts from his old safety supervisor days that still, apparently, owed him favors nobody in the network fully understood. By eight that evening, he had an address — a motel on the edge of the industrial district, cash payment, no ID on file.
He didn't call Hunter first. He went straight there.
Yewande found out an hour later, when Hunter mentioned it in passing during a call about something unrelated, and her voice went sharp in a way Hunter hadn't heard from her in months.
"He went alone," she said. "Without telling either of us first."
"He texted me before he left," Hunter said. "I told him to be careful."
"That's not the same as us deciding together how to handle this," Yewande said. "We agreed, after the assessment f
