Leased through a shell company of mine, so Arthur can’t trace the name.” She capped her pen.

“Move her by two.”

“She has a duffel bag and a stroller.

That’s all.”

“Then that’s all we move.”

The studio smelled of fresh paint and nothing else.

Sophie stood in the middle of the empty living room with one hand flat on her stomach, looking at the window like it might open on its own.

“There’s a latch on the door,” Barbara said.