“Yes.”

Ethan pressed a few keys on a keyboard, and all the screens in the room flickered to life, showing an image of his main screen. “Cameras two and seven,” he said. The images changed to show exterior views of the compound. “Cameras five, three, and one.”

Maisie leaned closer. “Where do you think Declan would come in?”

“Hard to say. Not the back; it’s too hard to get there. Probably the north or south sides.” He pointed to the two cameras. “But, seriously, anyone’s guess. Keep your eyes open.”

“Do you have an alarm system?” Lennon asked.

“Not exactly, but there is someone monitoring these cameras all the time. They should see as soon as we do. In theory. Most people aren’t stupid enough to try, so I don’t know how well they’re being monitored right now.”

“Declan does enjoy being stupid,” she said. “Do you have more cameras on the inside? It’s entirely possible they’re already in there.”

Ethan cast a worried look in her direction. “You think so?”

“I don’t know, just to be safe. They were headed somewhere right after abandoning me. It could have been to the compound.”

He nodded, typing again. The screens split into four different images as he added more cameras.

“Are you armed?” Maisie asked him. “We may be in an intense situation soon if Declan is already here.”

“Of course I’m armed.” Ethan moved his jacket aside to show the gun in his waistband and Ivy’s smoke bombs in the shoulder holster. “I may be the worst Spencer, but I’m still a Spencer.”

She almost laughed. “Good.”

“I don’t see anything yet, though,” Ethan murmured, scanning the camera feeds. He glanced over at Lennon, and then hit another button. American news appeared on one screen. “You can see how things are going out there, if you want. I haven’t checked it in at least a day.”

“You have American news here?” Lennon asked.

“Yeah, I hacked my dad’s network.”

There was a clock at the bottom of the screen, showing just under fifty minutes left, with the words Lennon Pierce Deadline. A news anchor was talking about the new president-elect, and a screen to the left side of his head showed the front of the gate on the other side of the wall. Cameras and lights had been set up, and there was a huge crowd of reporters and spectators behind the fence. Even more than last time he’d seen the news. He spotted a sign that read WELCOME HOME, LENNON.

“Wow,” Maisie said.

“I hope you make it,” Ethan murmured. “Otherwise, they’re going to be real disappointed out there. It’s all they’ve been talking about on your news channels.” He pressed a button and the news disappeared. “Sorry, we can’t watch for too long. Someone might notice. My dad’s tech team isn’t the best, but they’re not totally incompetent.”

“Ethan? Who are you talking to?” The woman’s voice was distant, on the other side of the door, and they all froze.