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“Your child has questionable judgment.”

“She makes cinnamon rolls. Leave her alone.”

Sage smiles.

Hayley watches her.

I watch Hayley watching her.

Her eyes follow every movement Sage makes.

As if she's trying to memorize eighteen years in minutes.

Will walks in.

“Perimeter is clean.”

“Any vehicles?”

“Nothing within three miles except ours.”

“Keep passive monitoring only.”

He nods.

“No transmissions from the property?”

“None.”

Hayley looks between us.

“What does that mean?”

“It means we aren't giving anyone a signal to trace.”

“Can they trace your phones?”

“We shut the regular phones down before coming here.”

She looks at the phone in my hand.

“That isn't regular?”

“No.”

“What is it?”

“Company secure communication.”

Sage looks at me.

“Do you have secret-agent phones?”

“No.”

Arthur places a sandwich in front of her.

“Yes.”