Echoes of deception

The afternoon sun cast long shadows through Eleanor's workshop as she made the final calibrations to the quantum reflection array. Her fingers moved with practiced precision across its surface, programming in sequences that would remain invisible even to Vincent's enhanced senses. Jim stood nearby, monitoring the energy readings with growing concern.

"The vampire signatures are stabilizing," he reported, eyes fixed on the fluctuating patterns on his display. "But there's something odd about the wavelength distribution. It's almost as if..." He trailed off, frowning at the data.

"As if they're resonating with something else?" Eleanor finished, allowing herself a small smile. "That's intentional. Edward will be looking for standard quantum interference patterns. He'll expect us to try masking our surveillance behind vampire energy signatures. What he won't expect is for us to split the signal into harmonic frequencies."