He doesn’t apologize.
Doesn’t back down.
But he does shift his focus.
Smart.
“What matters,” he says to me, “is that someone believes he knows something.”
And that?
That’s the real problem.
Because belief is enough to kill over.
To kidnap over.
To tear a town apart over.
“What kind of access?” I ask.
The agent hesitates.
Just for a second.
Then—
“Early system mapping,” he says. “Routes. Storage. Movement.”
My jaw tightens.
So the old man—
Even if he doesn’t remember—
Was part of the foundation.
Which means—
He’s valuable.
Still.
“Which makes him a target,” I say.
“Yes.”
“And her?” I press.
The agent’s gaze flicks to Aspen again.
Then back to me.
“She came back; they might have been waiting to see what would happen. She was married to Tank. I’m sure they think she knows where Tank put the evidence.”
That’s it.
That’s all he says.