A couple of minutes after the boys left the mansion, something that looked like Mrs. Lords pulled out of the driveway. She smiled at the guards as she left, driving the dark gray mazarati.
A couple minutes later Mr. Lords walked in on Sheila just getting out of the shower. "Honey, you can't go just giving those boys a tracker."
"What? I didn't give them anything."
"Jimmy said he saw you handing David and that other kid one of the gps trackers to find Claire. That's absolutely unacceptable." Mr. Lords was livid, slamming his hand against the table.
Sheila looked hurt and confused. "What are you talking about. Don't yell at me! I've been in the shower for the past half hour."
Mr. Lords pointed his finger at Sheila, face red, but then he was cut off by his phone ringing. "Hello?" He was silent for a few minutes. Without a word, he strode took the remote and clicked the big screen tv on. "Route it to my room, please."
On the computer monitors, times clearing showing up in the top right corners, Sheila was both in their room, and in the hallway talking to David and Hod. Mr. Lords paused the video, but the woman in both places looked exactly the same. The boys had left within the hour. Too little time for someone to have messed with the system.
"Robert?" Sheila asked tentatively. "What's going on?"
Out on the road, something that looked like Mrs. Lords tapped long, red nails against the steering wheel, purring with a deep velvety rumble.
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