I didn't know about Ava until the next morning, and even then, only because Lena mentioned it in passing while going through Noah's schedule at the breakfast table, her tone so light I almost missed the weight of it.
"Security flagged something on last night's feed," she said, sliding a tablet across to Noah between sips of his coffee. "A woman loitering across the street for almost an hour. Left before midnight. Wanted you to see the still, in case it's relevant."
Noah glanced at the screen, and I watched his jaw tighten before he turned it toward me without a word.
The image was grainy, night-vision washed and slightly too far away to be certain of anything, but I was certain anyway. The set of the shoulders. The particular way she stood with one hip c****d, like she'd learned it from
