A few miles passed under the wheels of the Mercedes Sprinter. Just as the exit ramp for Foxboro appeared, Tim turned to Hannah. He turned the volume down on the dashboard radio. “There’s a house up ahead, where you and Allie are going to spend some time.”
“How do you know this?”
Tim decelerated on the ramp leading to the charming little town. “Someone owes me a favor.”
Tim piloted the Mercedes off the highway toward the Neponset Reservoir. “Shoreline Drive,” Tim muttered as he slowed to read the address signs. Up ahead lay a gated entrance to a luxurious home upon a slight hill. Tim pulled toward the keybox that was recessed within a brick column. He pulled out a small piece of scratch paper from his jacket pocket. He read from the paper as he entered the code. An electrica
