I don't stop walking.
That's the first discipline. You don't stop in the middle of a sidewalk and read a message twice and let your body announce that something has changed. You keep moving, you get to the car, and then you deal with what the message means.
Orlan is a step behind me. I can hear him.
The car is thirty feet away.
Twenty.
Ten.
I open the back door and get in and Orlan gets in beside me and I show Dominic the phone before I've fully closed the door.
He reads it. He pulls out into traffic in the same motion, smooth and immediate, and I feel the car's acceleration as something physical in my chest.
"How long ago?" he asks.
I check the timestamp. "Four minutes."
"Then we have a window," he says. "Small."
Nora leans forward from the third row. She looks at Orlan like so
