“How long until Ethan figures out where we took her?”

“He already suspects,” Michael said.

“Ten minutes ago his mother called the state police chief to complain about a government vehicle sitting in her driveway.”

“Victoria will try to clean up the mansion before anybody gets back there,” Richard said.

“Let her try,” Michael said.

“The subpoenas are already coming off the printers at the federal building downtown.”

Richard turned away from Michael and walked twenty yards down the hall to the little administrative office, pushing the glass door open without knocking.

Sarah was at a small laminate desk buried in medical charts, writing notes with a black ballpoint.