But the most dangerous map in the safe-deposit box was the one he’d made showing the locations of future settlements, because they always had a few scouted out.

If Ephraim had gotten murdered, he hadn’t wanted any of the others to survive, either. His mother knew that if he didn’t visit her every three months she was to assume he’d met with foul play. Except that now she didn’t remember one day to the next, much less how long it had been since he’d come to see her. Which was why he’d taken her keys—or thought he had.

That she’d had an actual key, one that she’d kept secret from him? This was really bad.

He’d literally given the Feds a road map to the compound and its assets. He hadn’t yet added a map since their last move, after Miriam ran away, but it didn’t matter. They were reusing a past location because it had been November and they’d needed shelter as snow had already begun to fall.

So the Feds would still find them. Fuck me.

“Harry?” Dr. Burkett prompted. “Are you all right?”

“I’m fine,” he insisted. “You’re sure that Miriam wasn’t there with a man? Either blond or with dark hair like hers?”

“The aide only said that she saw the two women. She took a photo of them with her phone. I can send it to you.”

“I can’t get photos with this phone. It’s very basic.” And he didn’t want to give the doctor the number to his smartphone, in case the doctor was too chummy with Pastor. He didn’t want DJ to be able to track him with the smartphone, like he’d done with the last one.

“I can print them up for you if you want to come and get them. And you might visit your mother. She misses you.”

“I’ll stop by when I can.”

If the cops got hold of that key, they’d know everything about Eden. They’d know where the compound currently existed. And if Ephraim told Pastor that they had to move again, Pastor would want to know why. If he admitted that the Feds had his maps? Ephraim might as well kiss the millions goodbye.

He needed to get to Mercy ASAP. His brain started to spin, trying to think of how to best lure her away from her protectors. “Thanks,” he said brusquely. “I need to go.”

“Not so fast,” the doctor chided. “I’m really surprised you didn’t ask more about the key that your mother gave your wife.”

Ephraim bit back a snarl at the thought of Mercy in the same room with his mother. “I don’t know what key my mother thought she had or thought she gave to Miriam Smith, but she was mistaken. And if she did have a key, it has nothing to do with me. Thank you for calling, Doctor.”

“Harry, Harry, Harry. I think it has everything to do with you. And I know you took the original key from her a few years ago.”