“Nothing is entirely safe anymore, Maya,” Isabella said. “But it is our best option.”

She handed Adrian a set of car keys attached to a black fob.

“There is a delivery van parked in the alley behind the museum,” she said. “The keys are for that.”

“We can’t just walk out the front gate,” Adrian said.

“You won’t,” Isabella said. “There is a utility tunnel that leads directly to the alley behind the loading dock.”

She looked down at the tablet again, her brow suddenly furrowing.

A small blue light began flashing rapidly on the bottom of the screen.

“What is that?” Adrian asked, leaning in closer to look.

Isabella did not answer immediately.

She tapped the screen twice, trying to clear the notification.

The blue light remained, pulsing faster with each passing second.

“They are scanning the local network,” she whispered, her voice dropping an octave.

“Who?” I asked, taking a step toward the cot where the kids were.

“Richard’s tech team,” Isabella said, her voice finally losing its calm demeanor. “They’ve tapped into the city’s municipal fiber lines.”

“Can they trace this room?” Adrian asked.