Warumono lay sprawled across the bed, one arm tucked behind his head, the other holding his phone aloft. A small blinking dot moved steadily across the digital map.

Almost there.

The kitchen downstairs was already prepped—flour sifted, butter softened, the panda cookie cutter laid out beside the baking sheet. The curry had been simmering for an hour, filling the house with a warm, savory aroma.

He glanced at the tracker again. The dot had stopped at the corner convenience store.