“Yeah.”
Nora closed the sketchbook.
“I remembered.”
The next morning, Miller called a meeting before sunrise.
Core members only.
No phones on the table.
No club gossip.
No speculation beyond evidence.
The county detective assigned to the case had already obtained preliminary access to the seized laptop.
The files changed everything.
There were surveillance logs going back nearly seven weeks.
Vehicle descriptions.
Work schedules.
Names of relatives.
Photos of homes.
Public social-media screenshots.
School-event calendars.
Maps showing routes between the garage and several members’ houses.
But the most dangerous material was not surveillance.
It was fabrication.
Draft messages made to resemble private club conversations.
Altered screenshots.
Fake emails.
Photographs edited to imply meetings that had never happened.
One folder was labeled VULTURE OPS.
Another contained what appeared to be a planned anonymous tip package for law enforcement.
Jojo read one printout twice.
“They were going to say we were planning an attack.”