ARTHUR POV
Again, and again.
My eyes moved line by line, detail by detail.
The decoy RVs had all taken visible routes, just enough to be noticed. The real one had slipped out of the back roads with absurd quiet. A route with fewer cameras, less traffic, and too many dead angles to be accidental.
I zoomed in on the rear bumper of the actual RV.
There were stickers layered over each other so thickly that I could barely make out the original paint. The kind of thing most people would dismiss as ugly clutter.
But this ugly clutter had a purpose.
It obscured identity. Broke recognition. Hid important details. Made it harder to estimate ownership or origin at a glance.
I smiled coldly.
Clever.
Whoever had done this wasn’t just helping Carmen.
They were experienced.
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