Jackson referred to his map of the house and wound his way back through the stainless steel chef’s heaven kitchen. He picked up a tray of steaming crab cakes when he caught the attention of one of the chefs.
“Alexa is demanding again like twenty minutes ago,” Jackson said, a you-know-what-she’s-like gesture.
He got the nod he was hoping for and continued to the butlers’ pantry, then zigzagged three times and found a servants’ entrance in the rear. He opened the door, and Cinder was there, right on cue, wearing sunglasses and a beret.
“Joshua’s here,” Jackson said.
Cinder paused, then kept walking.
They continued through the mansion and came to a set of fifteen-foot-high dark wood doors, the entrance to the wing of the estate that included Proditores’ home office. The doors were locked
