“It’s private.”

“It has a gate.”

“And we can think there.”

“What about Margaret?” I asked.

Margaret was already packing her laptop into her bag.

“I will go back to the office,” she said.

“I need to be there to see what your mother is doing.”

“If I can get into the main server, I can find those routing numbers.”

“Be careful, Margaret,” Alexander said.

“If Victoria finds out you are helping me, she will fire you immediately.”

“She might do worse,” I added.

Margaret gave a small, brave smile.

“I’ve worked for this family for fifteen years, Emma.”

“I know how to hide my tracks.”

She walked to the door and looked through the peephole.

“The hallway is clear,” she said.

“I’ll go first to draw any attention if someone is watching the service stairs.”

She slipped out of the apartment before we could say anything else.

I turned to the boys.

“Okay, guys,” I said.

“We are going on a little trip.”

“Put your jackets on.”

“Are we going to see the trees?” Lucas asked.

“Yes,” I said.

“Lots of trees.”