I unbuckled the seatbelt and stood up, looking out the windshield. Sure enough, Lorenzo had pulled up against a brick wall that was part of the closest neighbor to the mansion. Tapping Lorenzo on the shoulder, I walked to the back, between Keenan and Marek. With the flick of a button, the top of the van retracted back. I pulled down the metal ladder and climbed up.

I had a perfect view of the guard’s house out front and the gate that spanned from it around the property. My lips pursed, and I ...