Calder leaned closer, whispering almost to himself, “This is the day they’ve been waiting for.” The words struck Evan like a blow. Whoever “they” were, Calder seemed certain they were out there, watching. Evan felt a cold dread settling in his bones, realizing this morning was spiraling beyond control.
Evan finally demanded answers. “Who’s waiting for me? Who are they?” Calder didn’t blink. “People who have studied your patterns,” he murmured. “People who watch.” The simplicity of the response made the hair on Evan’s arms rise. Patterns? Watchers? How long had someone supposedly been observing him?