"Think about it," Samuel said, leaning forward slightly, his voice measured and deliberate. "This man has been running a carefully constructed plan. He is not careless; everything he has done has been calculated. He knows that using his real name, any name that can be traced back to him, is a risk he cannot afford." He held Max's gaze.
"The hotel has no security cameras. We already confirmed that. Which means he chose it specifically, not randomly. He knew what he was picking."
He let that land.
"He's still there," Samuel said. "I believe that. He's comfortable, he feels hidden, and he has no reason yet to believe we are as close as we are." He paused.
"So I've left our men outside. Watching the entrance. Every exit. The moment he shows his face…"
"Damn it."
The word came out low and hard, pressed through clenched teeth. Max turned his face toward the window, his jaw tight, one hand closing slowly into a fist against his thigh.
