A lockdown for two weeks? Frankie scowled at the floor. Surely, they weren’t on heightened alert because of her? Because of the drone, and then spotting her near the fence. Could they think federal agents were suspicious and scouting them?

Had she caused this? “Is this normal for them?” she asked Lillian.

“Oh, now and then. It’s some sort of readiness evaluation. Chevy said once that there is a lot of shooting going on during their scenarios. The members are restricted to the compound while they test their ability to respond to attacks.” Lillian’s brow wrinkled. “There is a gray area between the practical preparation for trouble or going overboard.”

“I can guess which side the PZs fall on,” Frankie said, her stomach sinking. Kit had chosen Saturdays because the PZ officers would be out drinking. But they wouldn’t leave if they were restricted to the place. And the guards would be extra alert during a readiness evaluation. It would sure be the wrong time to be trying to escape—or cut a fence.

There was no choice. Kit and Aric’s rescue would have to wait until after the lockdown. It was good they’d mentioned rolling the date forward in case of problems.

Rapid footsteps on the staircase caught her attention. Someone thumped on the door.

Felix rolled his eyes. “Come on in.”

The young girl Frankie had seen with Bull danced in. She was short, slender, and maybe nine or ten years old with long brown hair and big brown eyes. She hugged Felix. “I’m sorry you’re hurt, F-man.”

“Yeah, me, too, baby.” Felix kissed the top of her head. “Have a scone—I know you like them.”

Lillian sniffed. “The rapscallion is playing favorites. He didn’t offer any to us.”

“Cuz he likes me better.” Chortling, the girl grabbed a scone, settled on the floor beside Felix, then turned a curious gaze on Frankie.

“You two haven’t met yet, have you?” Groceries put away, Audrey sat down in an armchair. “Frankie, this is Regan, Caz’s daughter.”

“You’re Frankie?” Regan scowled before her face closed down.

What did I do? At a loss, Frankie glanced at the others.

Audrey got an oh-shit expression, whereas Felix and Lillian appeared confused.

“So, Regan, what’d Frankie do to make you mad?” Felix asked, reminding Frankie of how Bull had asked nearly the same question. What was with these guys?

Regan gave Frankie the evil eye. “She doesn’t like Bull. He said so.”

Oh, merda. “Um, actually, I didn’t like him at first. Later, I found out I was wrong, and now we’re friends.” She could feel the heat rising into her cheeks.

“Friends? Again with the insipid descriptor?” Ignoring Felix’s snickering, Lillian pursed her lips. “I am certain our Bull would prefer to be known as a swain, beau, paramour, suitor, or an innamorato, instead.”

There were no words.