The test we'd planted should have taken days to bear fruit.
Instead, Sarah had answers within hours.
"I've already spoken to the clinic staff," she said the morning after our conversation. "They understand complete confidentiality about Isabella's condition. No information to anyone."
"That was fast," I said carefully.
"I know people here. Made some calls last night." She smiled. "It's handled."
Too fast. Too efficient. Too perfect.
I watched her as she outlined the security improvements she'd arranged: new guards, better surveillance equipment, enhanced protocols for verifying visitors.
All things that would also give her more access, more control, more information about our movements.
"What about Jakub?" Damien asked. "Have you told him the alternate story?"
"Not yet. I thought I'd go see him in person today. These things are better handled face-to-face." Sarah checked her watch. "I should actually get going. He's expecting me this afternoon."
