He had been careful.

He had sent his messages from an encrypted account, the kind that leaves no easy trail, believing that carefulness made him safe.

But Catalina, frightened and alone and smarter than he had ever credited, had photographed the screens with an old tablet — dozens of them, over months.

There were dates.

There were hotel receipts.

There were the threats, in his own phrasing, saved as images that no deletion on his end could reach.