“Really?” Millie asked as they walked side by side. “You think there’s stuff about them online? I mean, they’ve got to be rich to own a place like this—and have this many people working for them—but…” She trailed off, searching for the right words. “You know what I mean.”
Clara smirked. “Mills, you can find out anything online if you dig deep enough. So yeah, probably.”
“That’s why I don’t put my info on f*******:,” Millie said.
Clara snorted. “Doesn’t matter. If someone wants to find you, they’ll find you. All it takes is one guy with too much time and a Wi-Fi connection.”
“Yeah. That's really creepy,” Millie muttered. “Maybe I’ll just delete my f*******: once we’re back in civilization.”
They reached the kitchen’s back door, the hum of fans and the faint smell of roasting garlic dri
