Mason
I couldn't shake the question that had been nagging at me since Cole's call to Zoe. How had he known Alvarez's name. How had he known about Winnie, about the backups, about details that should have stayed locked inside a very small circle of trust.
I brought it to Ryder that evening, once the compound had settled into its nighttime rhythm, patrols rotating through the darkness outside.
"Someone's talking," I said, watching his expression shift from tired to sharply focused. "Cole knew things he shouldn't have. Alvarez's name specifically. That's not information he could have gotten just from watching us."
Ryder was quiet for a long moment, and I could see him running through the same list I had, every person who'd had access to the details Cole seemed to know.
"You think it's so
