The estate took eleven minutes at the speed Kane was driving.
She spent those eleven minutes doing the only thing she could do: thinking. Not panicking — panic was a luxury, and she could not afford it and the boys could not afford it and she had learned in the last year that the worst moments required the clearest heads. She thought through who, and when, and why.
The Nolan operation had been a distraction. Orchestrated as one, possibly — Nolan might not have known. The timing was too precise to be coincidence: she pulled from the lobby at the exact moment that would leave the estate with reduced security and Rosa the only adult present. Someone had been watching both locations. Someone had resources and organization and a plan built around the assumption that the boys would be accessib
