FORTY-TWOTHE ‘DELIVERIES’ DOOR had been locked from the inside, so I continued around the side of building. It was definitely a slave quarter area from years before. The wall beside me had tiny windows higher than eye level. Some of them were open with yellow light flooding out—a bathroom for kitchen staff maybe. Ahead in the distance, following the single lane path delivery vehicles would take, the front lawn and driveway I had come through yesterday became visible. To the left would be the reception building and a small parking lot for guests and staff.
“Alex, heads up.” Diana’s voice, as I came up to about twenty feet from rounding the corner. “Incoming.”
He came around from the other side, looking up from his watch. He seemed to be both looking for someone and like he needed to be so
