They had given her a pediatric sleeping aid, likely mixed into her juice.

I pulled the pink quilt up to her chin and kissed her forehead.

“I am here, baby,” I whispered. “I am going to take you home.”

I stood up and placed the fourth transmitter behind the wooden headboard of her bed.

If anyone entered her room, I would hear every breath.

“Fourth active,” I told Marcus.

“Understood,” Marcus said. “We have complete coverage of the estate now.”

“I am moving back to the corridor,” I said.

I stepped out of the nursery and pulled the door closed until it latched.

As I turned, I heard the sound of heavy footsteps coming up the main staircase.

I pressed myself into the recess of the linen closet door.

Grant walked past, holding a stack of manila folders.

He looked tired, his tie loosened and his collar damp with sweat.

He entered the study and closed the door behind him.

Through my earpiece, I heard the audio from the third transmitter activate.

“The Delaware bank just initiated the pre-authorization,” Grant said.

“Excellent,” Vanessa replied. “Input the transfer code.”