He stared at the photo for forty seconds.
Then he forwarded it to his secure notes app, deleted it from his messages, and went to bed.
Not because he wasn't concerned. Because concern without actionable intelligence was just anxiety with better branding, and anxiety was a resource drain he couldn't afford the night before the most important meeting of his second life.
He slept four hours, woke at six, and ran three miles through the still-dark city streets with his mind working at a cool, methodical burn.
By the time he was back at his desk, showered and dressed, he'd rebuilt the situation from first principles.
The photo meant someone had known where he'd be. That narrowed the field. TJ had made the call to get him into the game, which meant TJ was either a leak or the target of some
