The photo on my phone makes my blood turn to ice.

All four of us walking out of the equipment room, caught in perfect detail from maybe thirty feet away. The angle suggests whoever took it was hiding behind the arena, close enough to hear our conversation if they really wanted to.

"Shit," Sebastian breathes, looking at the image over my shoulder. "They were right there."

Logan immediately starts scanning our surroundings, his eyes tracking every shadow, every potential hiding spot. "They ...