Priya found them in an hour. Three additional cameras—east-wing corridor, kitchen, and main stairwell—routing to an external IP address Marcus didn’t recognise. Marsh had not just engineered the problem. He had been watching Titan and Marcus live inside it. Watching every failed solution, recording every private conversation.
Marcus stood in the corridor, turning a camera over in his hand—no larger than a thumb, pulled from behind a pillar. He thought about every conversation that had happened here. Every time he’d been close to solving the problem and turned back. Marsh had heard every word.