"Any show yet?" Gianna whispered the question directly into Spider's ear after dinner.
She kept her voice incredibly low, pitched beneath the ambient noise of the dining hall, ensuring the children currently tugging aggressively at the hem of her shirt wouldn't grasp a single syllable of what they were discussing.
Spider raised an eyebrow and shook his head calmly. "It's too early to tell, Gianna. You need to exercise patience. Gathering actionable intelligence on operations like theirs takes time. In fact, if we want a complete picture, we still need to somehow find a way to tag the primary Beckett residence."
Gianna pouted, her jaw tightening in frustration.
Spider let out a quiet laugh at her expression, fully understanding the chess match she was playing. "You can't badger Noah into inviting you to the mansion out of nowhere," he warned softly. "A sudden push like that might tick off his survival instincts and ruin the entire ruse."
