The plaque read: The Julian and Claire Vance Foundation for Protected Families.

I had known, almost from the moment I understood what my father had done, what I was going to do with what he left me.

He had spent twenty years and seventy-four million dollars and the whole of his freedom building a set of legal walls strong enough to keep one hunted mother and one endangered child invisible and safe.

It seemed to me that walls like that should not be built only once, for only one family.