Danny waited three seconds after Chloe started typing before he moved.

Not because he needed permission—because timing mattered.

He slipped his headset on, routed power to the secondary rig, and severed the cabin’s external broadcast footprint. The safehouse didn’t go dark. It went quiet. To anyone watching, it would look like Chloe was working alone—exactly what the CEO expected.

Danny liked that.

He pulled his chair closer, shoulders loosening into a posture he hadn’t used in a ...