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every time I finished a job. Who could keep one last name for more than four months and could go to college, not to get close to some rich kid but to make friends, to learn and experience things. To build the kind of life I really wanted instead of chasing the big houses and offshore bank accounts that preoccupied our mom, the danger that fueled our dad.
    â€œTwenty million . . . ,” Parker finally said. “Are you sure?”
    My dad raised his eyebrows. He was always sure.
    Parker nodded. “Right. Well, now I know why we’re in Playa Hermosa.” He looked around the room, the rich plaster walls, the big windows, the plush draperies. “And why you sprang for this place.”
    â€œHave to look the part,” my dad said. “Especially with this one.”
    â€œSo what’s next?” Parker asked.
    My dad leaned forward in his chair. “The Fairchilds have a pretty high-tech security system. The details are under lock and key. We know that the feeds are monitored aroundthe clock by Allied Security, but other than that, we’ve got nothing.”
    â€œDo we know if the feeds are monitored by computers?” I asked. “Or by real people?”
    â€œBy people,” my dad answered. “I have Parker on that part of the puzzle, but we need to get information about the rest of the system.”
    I didn’t expect him to give me more detail. Parker and I were insulated, given only the information we needed to focus on our part of the con. It was a way to hedge our bets if one of us was picked up by the police. Sometimes I wondered if even my mom knew everything.
    â€œDo we have any idea where he keeps the gold?” Parker asked.
    My dad shook his head. “That’s why we’re here.”
    â€œHow do we even know it’s on the Fairchild property?” I asked.
    â€œWe don’t. Not really. But it’s a safe assumption. If he’s as paranoid as my sources tell me, he wouldn’t keep something out of reach that he’s stockpiled for a crisis. My guess is a panic room or safe hidden in the house.”
    â€œAnd if it is off-site, getting close to the Fairchilds will help us figure out where it is,” my mom added.
    I thought about it, trying to stem the tide of fear washing through my body. This was different from what we normally did. Bigger. Scarier. But looking around the table, I knew it didn’t really matter. This was the only way we knew how to live.
    I took a deep breath. “Okay, what’s the plan?”
    â€œI’m going to work on the details of the Fairchilds’ security system while your mom and I get to know Leslie and Warren Fairchild. In the meantime, you need to get close to Logan. See if you can find out anything off the record. Anything we might not have in the file.”
    I had a flash of memory: Logan looking back at me in the hall, his eyes clear of the duplicity and guardedness I saw in my own when I looked in the mirror.
    I swallowed a wave of guilt. “Okay.”
    â€œWhat about me?” Parker asked.
    â€œKeep working Allied. We need to make sure no one has a visual on the place the night we make our move. Until then, try to get into Logan’s group; befriend him and the others if you can.”
    Parker glanced at me before turning back to our dad. “If I’m going to be buddy-buddy with Logan, why does Grace have to come on to him?”
    â€œBecause,” he sighed. “People say different things to friends than they do to significant others. Pillow talk and all that.”
    Parker’s face tightened, but he nodded. “How long will the setup on this take?”
    â€œHard to say.” He looked at each of us. “But it’ll be worth the wait.”

Eight
    I was stepping onto the back patio, trash bag in hand, when Parker’s voice came from the shadows.
    â€œYou don’t have to do it.”
    I peered into the darkness, letting my eyes adjust until I