Silas’s eyes harden. “There’s no such thing.”
My hands curl into fists. “You think she’s working for Renshaw?”
“I think it’s a question we have to ask,” he says, voice steady. “Because if she is, and we ignore it because you like her?—”
“I don’t—” I start, then stop because lying to Silas is pointless.
Silas’s brows lift. “Because youcareabout her.”
My throat tightens.
I glance at Emma again. She’s laughing softly at something Harper says, her fingers brushing Poppi’s tiny hand. She looks so human. So real. Like there’s no universe where she’s some planted asset.
“No way,” I say, hard. “She’s not the enemy.”
Silas holds my gaze. “I hope you’re right.”
“I am.”
He studies me for a beat, then reaches into his jacket and pulls out a small evidence bag. The kind that makes my skin go cold instantly. Inside is Emma’s phone.
My head snaps up. “What the hell is that?”
Silas keeps his voice low. “I had Wyatt take a look. Minimal scan. We didn’t dig deep—just enough to answer one question.”
“What question?”
Silas lifts the bag slightly. “How did she find Haven 7.”
My pulse starts ticking harder.
Silas’s eyes don’t leave mine. “Rhett… her phone has an encrypted messaging app installed. Not a normal one. Not iMessage, not Signal. Something built for burner operations.”
My jaw tightens. “So what? People download apps.”
Silas doesn’t let me off. “There’s more.” He pulls out a printed screenshot and slides it toward me.
A pinned map location.
Coordinates.
Not a generic “Timber Creek” pin. Not a trailhead.
A pin sitting almost dead-center on Haven 7’s property.
Dated weeks ago.
My blood goes ice-cold. “That’s… not possible,” I say, voice rough.
Silas’s expression is grim. “It’s on her phone. And Rhett—there’s a draft message. Unsent. But saved.”
He flips to another page. Just a few lines. Not enough to give me comfort. More than enough to light my world on fire. I don’t read it out loud because my throat locks.
Silas does it for me, quiet and brutal: “It says, ‘I’m close. I found the compound.’”
My ears ring.
I stare at the paper like it’s going to change if I glare hard enough.