The beeping dot on my phone is still in the northwestern corner of the estate.
As we traversed the desert, I watched the dot. I havenât stopped watching the dot, watching Cassandraâs location, since her plane disappeared out of my sight. But for the first time since getting to the house, sheâs not moving.
I canât tell what floor sheâs on, but over the past several minutes, itâs looked like sheâs in one room. Pacing, moving a little bit here and there. But for the last forty-five seconds, she hasnât moved at all.
And I canât let myself think of all the reasons why that could be bad.
Ten yards to my left, Nero holds up his hand, letting everyone know itâs time.
All at once, from every direction, forty men and women close in on Marcouxâs estate.
Be brave, Butterfly. Iâm coming for you.