“But you do not go in. Keep eyes on the driveway. Call back if the vehicle leaves.” Sarah ended the call and stared at the screen like she could will the police to appear faster. For a moment, neither of them moved. The woods were too quiet. The villa too still.
Sarah kept the car tucked behind brush and shadow, engine off, both of them watching the villa and the white van parked beside it. Eleanor’s fingers were locked around the tablet, the tracker dot pulsing like a tiny, stubborn heartbeat. Minutes dragged. Then the van’s side door slid open.