Evan struggled to dismiss the absurdity. Nothing about his life was interesting enough to merit surveillance. He went to work, came home, and ate dinner. Who would waste time watching him? “You’re mistaken,” he said quietly. But Calder shook his head, eyes full of something darker than fear—certainty.
Calder whispered, “Your routine makes you predictable.” The words struck Evan harder than he expected. Predictable. Timed. Expected by a certain time. The idea that someone might study him, plan around him, sounded scary. Calder was warning him, but the truth behind it remained maddeningly unclear.