I was halfway to my room when it hit me again. Why was Mr Taylor at the Walker house? Is the Walker family into construction too?
The thought slipped out before I could stop it.
I bit my tongue. "Stupid question," I muttered.
It made sense, though. A family like Walkers would have a business. A business like construction could turn dirty money into clean money. So Mr Taylor worked for them.
I’d just reached my door when the alarm hit. At first, I thought it was the fire, but it dawned on me almost immediately that it was the urgent alarm Cecilia called, "Drop everything."
Staff poured into the hallway. No one talked or asked questions. I followed. We moved in a single line down the back stairs like we’d rehearsed it.
"Move to the poolside and set for 3," Cecilia instructed.
We sp
