“But where?” Mercury asked.
“Any location connected to the family’s known history is a liability,” Doc said.
Beacon leaned forward. “So what are our options? Any ideas?”
I started running locations in my head. K19 had properties, safe houses, and training compounds scattered all over, but primarily on both the east and west coasts.
“I know of a place.” Anna’s voice came from the hallway.
I opened the door, and she came in. Behind her, Polina followed.
“Forgive me for eavesdropping, but I knew the day would eventually come when we’d no longer be safe here.”
Henry was on his feet before she finished. He pulled the chair Kingston had vacated closer to Mercury and found a second for Polina.
“You said you know of a place. Where, Mama?” Mercury asked.
Anna looked at her sister-in-law. “You should tell them. It’s yours more than mine.”
The woman shook her head. “Go ahead. I’ll fill in what you leave out.”
“Onteora,” said Anna.
Doc raised his head as though the name was familiar to him.
“What’s that?” Gunner asked.
“It’s a great camp situated on an isolated lake in the southern Adirondacks. It belongs to Horatioand Polina’s family. Their grandmother’s family, the Wyndhams, built it.”
Mercury’s eyes widened. “I’d forgotten.”
“I never could,” Polina murmured. “Horatio and I spent every summer of our childhood there.”
“Did you say the southern Adirondacks?” I asked.
“That’s right,” Anna responded.
My eyes met Doc’s, and he leaned forward in his chair.
Anna turned to him. “What do you know of it?”
“I know the name. I assumed it was abandoned.” Doc pulled his chair closer to hers. For the first time since I’d worked for him, the man who had a contingency for everything looked like someone had handed him a piece of a puzzle he hadn’t known was missing. “Anna, you’re not going to believe this. Our company owns two camps on Canada Lake.”
She gasped. “If you know the lake, you most certainly know Onteora.”
“My wife and I have taken many canoe rides past it. The boathouse alone is beautifully constructed.”
“It’s not abandoned,” Anna said. “Julian Loxley has kept it for us. His family has looked after the propertyfor decades, and Julian has been there himself for longer than I care to count. Nothing on that lake moves that he doesn’t know about.”
“How, Mama?” Mercury asked.
“There’s a trust for that property alone, named for the family.”
“The Wyndham Trust,” said Henry.
“That’s right,” said Polina. “And to connect it to this family, someone would have to search through three generations on our maternal line,” Polina said. “Those records don’t exist in any system.”
“Brilliant,” Henry murmured.
