Praying that she would. Just a glimpse.

Stop it. This is over. Get out of here.

But Tom still didn’t come down the stairs. Instead she heard him pacing in his office. “I might have a way in,” she heard him say.

Against her better judgment, she climbed the first few stairs.

“Good,” another voice said, sounding tinny. Tom was on the phone. “What can you do?”

“I tried shutting down their security network from my end, but whoever developed it put in too many fail-safes, so I constructed an e-mail that looks like a bill with late charges. If their bookkeeper clicks the link to pay, it’ll allow me to shut down all nonessential network function. I’m not going to touch anything that has to do with patient treatment or medication, though.”

“But it will shut down enough of it, yes?”

“Yes. Sunnyside Oaks won’t be able to operate any of their personnel, accounting, or admin functions. Hopefully they’ll call tech support so we can get an agent physically in there.”

“I’ll get the warrant expanded to cover wiretaps so we can intercept their calls.”

“Just to let you know,” Tom said cautiously, “in case this doesn’t work, Sunnyside Oaks posted a job opening for a nursing assistant. I found it when I did a wider search on the place.”

“Not a nurse?”

“No, this was posted earlier in the day, before Nurse Gaynor was discovered. If you want to try to get someone in there . . .”

“We’ll do that. Do you know on which job websites they’ve posted the opening?”

Liza frowned as Tom rattled off two websites she hadn’t found in her earlier searches. What was Sunnyside Oaks? And why was Tom interested in it? Who was he talking to? Sounded like his boss. Why were they interested in a nursing assistant position?

“Just because the nursing assistant position is open, that doesn’t mean that the individual will have access to Pastor or DJ,” Tom cautioned.

Liza’s mouth fell open. DJ? And Pastor? They knew where Pastor was?

Apparently so. He was at some place called Sunnyside Oaks, which needed a nursing assistant.

No one had informed Mercy or Rafe or Gideon. They would have been unable to stay silent about something this huge. Which pissed her off, because they had a right to know.

“I know that,” the other man said. “But an in is an in.”

Yeah. It is. And Liza was going to apply to be that in. This was finally something she could do. Yes, they’d tracked down the Eden tattoo and might be able to find Pastor’s wife and kids. But this was Pastor himself. He could lead them to Eden.

And Liza was uniquely qualified to help. So I will.

Tom said good night to his boss and for a brief moment she considered sneaking out without letting him know she’d been there. But that was childish. And dishonest. And cowardly.

She glanced down at Pebbles, who leaned into her hip, staring up adoringly as her tongue lolled to the side. “Wish me luck,” she whispered, giving the dog’s muzzle a soft stroke.