Six minutes later, I reached the dark, ornate, wooden back door of the two-story mansion. Everything I had seen so far screamed money. Except there was no numbered pad to unlock the door, like Logan had warned me about. Just a normal looking keyhole.
I raised my hand to knock, then lowered it again and tried the door knob.
It was unlocked.
No alarms went off when the door opened.
I hesitated a moment, recalling how Mother had been a stickler for rules, and one of them had been about making sure all doors were locked at night.
I closed the door behind me, found myself in my mother"s spacious, clean kitchen. Besides the enormity of the room and its cleanliness, I saw nothing else. All I could think about was the meeting ahead. How would she react to seeing me? Would I get to meet the li
