Stella reached back and parted the curtain on her side of the window. “Not yet. But I’m afraid it’s only a matter of time. I feel terrible that I haven’t been able to respond to Anne or Chris or the boys, but I’m hesitant to make any calls, given the kind of tracking technology my sources say the FBI has at their disposal. Anne is blowing up my phone as we speak.”

“I know I’ve said it already, but brilliant move, kiddo. Long live the fourth estate. And good thinking ditching the Volvo for a rental car. Although I was unaware that you’d changed your first and last name.”

“I did a series of reports on how easy it was to buy fake IDs once. Had one made myself to prove it. I always wondered if one day it would come in handy.”

“If you’re worried about being tracked by cell, shouldn’t you be worried about that laptop?” Roxy pointed to the computer sitting on Stella’s lap.

“It’s got a pretty strong firewall, and everything I do is encrypted. I feel safe using it. As soon as we come up with some kind of plan, I’ll email Chris and Anne. They’re already so worried about William, now they know Mom is in some sort of trouble too. If I wasn’t so mad at my ass of an older sister, I would reach out to her for help.”

Stella turned to Lynn. “Sorry, Mom. I know you don’t like me talking badly about Kate. But my God, signing that order? That’s low, even for her.”

“Stella, now’s not the time,” Roxy cautioned, waiting for Lynn to interject.

Instead, Lynn just kept staring. When Roxy saw she hadn’t blinked, she walked over. “Lynn?”

Lynn slowly held up her hand.

“Mom?” Stella asked. “Are you OK?”

Lynn’s fingers folded, with only her index finger remaining extended.

“What are we waiting for exactly?” Roxy demanded.

Lynn closed her eyes. When she opened them, they were filled with tears.

“Mom!”

“I’m OK,” Lynn said softly. “It’s William.”

“What?” Roxy asked, pulling up a chair. “What are you talking about?”

Lynn exhaled. “I know where he is.”

Roxy reached out and put her hand on Lynn’s shoulder. “Sis, seriously. You’re scaring me a little.”

“I’m fine. He found me. I just need to think.”

“Found you?” Stella asked. “What do you mean?”

“Stella, I thought I heard you say that you trusted your laptop. Can you send secure messages?” Lynn asked.

“I can,” Stella began, exchanging worried glances with Roxy. “But I don’t understand.”

Lynn dug into her pocket, bringing out the flash drive. “I’m going to need access to my files.”