Damien stared at the satellite map.
The GPS coordinates blinked steadily.
Kingston Estate.
Agent Isabelle looked at him in disbelief.
“Run it again.”
“I already have.”
He swallowed.
“Three times.”
The pin never moved.
⸻
Lucien entered the library just as the silence settled over the room.
“What happened?”
No one answered immediately.
Damien slowly turned the monitor toward him.
“The metadata from the Founder’s file…”
He pointed to the blinking location.
“…originated here.”
Lucien frowned.
“That’s impossible.”
“So I thought.”
Damien replied.
⸻
Victor stepped closer.
“Could it be old data?”
The analyst shook her head.
“No.”
“The timestamp is from twenty-three minutes ago.”
Twenty-three minutes.
Which meant…
Someone inside Kingston Estate had accessed the file aft
