The Cost of Hesitation

Cassian POV

The scent was getting stronger.

Right foot limp man had been through here recently. The trail was clear. Fresh. I was closing.

Then I heard him.

"Cassian."

Enzo's voice.

From the east passage. Not close. But close enough.

I stopped.

Kept walking. Kept my eyes on the trail.

"Cassian I need to—"

"I'm working," I said. Not turning.

"I know you're working. I just need one minute."

"I don't