Kane tensed, his fox instincts prickling as the shadow moved again.
He brushed his fingers against Cyrus's wrist—a subtle signal.
Cyrus didn't break stride, but his posture shifted slightly.
"The suits should fit perfectly," he said conversationally, his voice carrying in the evening air.
"Hoshino's measurements were precise."
Kane nodded, playing along while his eyes tracked the alley's mouth.
"I'll try them on tonight."
Cyrus made a show of checking his phone, angling toward the streetlight.
"Actually, I think I left something in the shop. Wait here."
Instead of returning to Hoshino & Sons, Cyrus strolled past the alley entrance, hands in his pockets, the picture of casual indifference.
Kane counted to ten, then doubled back through the adjacent street, approaching the alley from the opposite end.
His heart hammered as he crept along the brick wall, listening for any sound of movement.
A figure crouched near the alley's center, watching Cyrus's retreating form.
