A sudden movement outside caught Evan’s eye. Two men stepped out of the black sedan, scanning the neighborhood with calm, methodical precision. Their posture was practiced, controlled, and professional. Evan’s breath hitched. These dangerous-looking men were searching, and their focus drifted toward his building.
Calder stiffened the moment he saw them. “They’re early,” he whispered. “That’s not good.” His face tightened, eyes narrowing as if recognizing their approach. Evan felt cold fear wash through him. Calder spoke like someone who understood these men, their timing, and even their tactics.