"'On deck. Before you went inside.'" His eyes hadn't changed — the same unhurried attention. "'You made sure I saw you. Twice. The second time wasn't accidental.'"
"'That's not—I didn't—'"
"'The recording app on your phone has been running since twenty-one seventeen,'" he said. "'Cloud backup to an account not linked to your college ID. The water bottle you accepted from Seungjae — you'd already done the math on what was in it. You knew the dose. Enough to be legibly impaired. Not enough to lose the recording.'"
The cabin was quiet.
Celia, behind her, had gone very still.
Nara's mouth was open.
"'You—'" Her voice had lost its volume. "'How do you—'"
"'I know the shape of a transaction,'" he said. "'You came to collect. The wrong person collected instead.'"
Her hands, still in his grip, had stopped pulling.
