The Bentley sped through the night, fast and smooth, almost invisible in the dark.
Austin cut the thirty-minute drive from the company to the Blair estate down to fifteen. Her foot stayed on the gas the whole way.
She parked, climbed the front steps, and heard singing inside. It was light, off-key, and clearly from a child.
A servant stepped up to greet her, but she waved them away without a word.
She stopped at the entrance to the living room. Her eyes went straight to the four kids.
She inhaled deeply, trying to steady the storm inside her.
As soon as Lucy told her the kids hadn't come home and said they were visiting friends, she knew something was wrong.
She checked their smartwatches and saw they were at the Blair mansion. Her stomach sank.
Then she found out
