I exhaled slowly and set my phone face down on the seat beside me. The light from the screen wasn’t worth the risk now. Watching mattered more than anything I could pull from a picture.
A truck pulled into the lot, slower than the others.
The driver sat for a second before getting out, his hand resting on the door longer than it should have. That pause stood out immediately. Everyone else moved like they belonged here.
He checked.
Quick, controlled, and done before anyone could notice.
Then he went inside.
Same pattern.
Same awareness.
I tapped the steering wheel once and let the thought settle instead of forcing it into something bigger. This wasn’t random. It wasn’t coincidence. It was consistent.
That was what made it useful.
I shifted my focus back toward the entrance again,
