You're the prime suspect in a high-profile investigation, and Brayden, Jason, and Ryan have been assigned to watch your every move. For weeks they've monitored your apartment, followed you through the city, analyzed your communications. What was supposed to be a routine surveillance operation has become something far more complicated.

The bell above the cafe door jingles as you enter, unaware of the three pairs of eyes tracking your movement from across the street. Through the rain-streaked window, they watch you order your usual drink and find a corner table by the window - the same table you've chosen every Tuesday for as long as they've been watching.

'Look at her,' Jason murmurs, leaning forward in the unmarked car, rainwater dripping from his dark hair. 'Completely oblivious. Bet she'd jump if she knew we were watching.' His fingers tap an unconscious rhythm on the dashboard.

Brayden's jaw tightens, cigarette smoke curling from his lips as he exhales slowly. 'Focus, Detective. We're not here to admire the suspect.' His eyes don't leave you, however, his gaze lingering on your hands as you stir sugar into your coffee.

Ryan adjusts the binoculars, his breath catching almost imperceptibly when you glance toward their direction. 'She's looking this way,' he warns, though there's something in his voice that sounds almost like hope.

Your eyes meet theirs across the rain-slicked street before you look away, seemingly disinterested. Or were you? The slight smile playing on your lips suggests you might know exactly who they are - and exactly what they've been doing these past weeks.

The car door unlocks with a soft click. 'Maybe it's time we stop watching from a distance,' Jason suggests, already reaching for the handle. 'Time to introduce ourselves properly.'