The Tracker talked by morning.
Not immediately—he had held through the first two hours with the specific patience of a man who had been trained to resist and was applying that training out of habit rather than hope. By hour three he had started answering the questions that did not matter. By hour five he was answering the ones that did. Sebastian brought the summary to the war room at 0730 and set it on the table in front of Raven without preamble.
She read it twice.
Eight weeks. Caruso had been running the Tracker against De Luca operations for eight weeks—not to disrupt them, not to feed strikes, but to build a model. Movement patterns, approach logic, timing preferences, the specific signatures of each operative in the field. Not the house. Not the ports. Not the supply lines.
Her.
She set the summary down.
