The soft chime of a GlassChannel alert buzzed quietly on Tyler's phone as sunlight streamed through the half-closed curtains.
His eyes opened, still a little heavy from the night before. He rolled over, checked the time — 8:12 AM — then tapped into the notification.
{I've contacted everyone on the list but I'm yet to receive any reply from them.}
{Silvanus has reached out and requested another meeting. Time and location are being coordinated. David has been informed and will proceed. I will keep you updated.}
Tyler read through both reports with a blank expression. Nothing unexpected.
If anything, the lack of response from the operatives was the exact thing he anticipated.
People like Kimberly Ren, Logan Vance, and Amos Price didn't jump at random digital signals. They scrutinized, they waited, they observed.
He knew they were probably doing everything they could to uncover who or what Freya was. But they wouldn't find anything. Not unless Freya wanted them to.
