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“Good, I say we start with Parker. Somebody has to be there.”

“Agree, and look. This is a virtual tour of the school. It’s on the Congreve website.” Kathy held up the phone screen, which depicted a bird’s eye view of the campus, with its classy brick buildings surrounded by lush green plantings, hedges, and trees.

“Notice they don’t show it in winter.”

“They’re not that stupid.” Kathy swiped right, then left, navigating around the campus. Names popped up next to each building, with a description of its use. “See? Daley Auditorium, Palumbo Lab Center, the Janet Baker Library. Parker Hall.”

“I know where Parker is. I was there.”

“But do you know this?” Kathy navigated to a white Victorian house with turrets, its eaves painted violet, lavender, and mint green. She read the pop-up description aloud, “‘This is Steingard House, home to the school’s award-winning poetry magazine,The Zephyr.’”

“Nice. I see how to get there from the entrance. Take a hard left and go straight.” Maggie noted the street that ran in front of the Victorian house, which was on the far west side of campus. Dickinson Way.

“We have to wait until the suits leave the Administration Rotunda. Whitaker and Amundsen live on campus, and the map shows their houses. They live on the east side of campus, near the lake.”

“So they won’t see us. What about the security guard?”

“We’ll make up something. Say I left something in the office or wanted to take a picture or something. We couldn’t look more harmless, two moms and a little boy.”

“I’m not little!” Caleb called from the backseat, and Maggie thought he heard more than she’d generally suspected.

“And the lawyer, I doubt he lives on campus.”

“No, he lives under a rock.” Kathy looked up. “But he has to drive by us when he leaves. This is the only street out of the school, right?”

“Right. When he drives by, the meeting is over. The lawyer is always the last to leave.”

“How do you know that?”

“I learned it at work. Once the lawyer leaves, the conversation isn’t privileged anymore, so the meeting’s over.”

“Whoa.”

“I know things, too,” Maggie said, checking the rearview.

***

Maggie, Kathy, and Caleb hurried up the path to the front door of Parker Hall, which had been salted and shoveled, leaving drifts almost waist-high on either side of the sidewalk. They had waved their way past the security guard at the gate, who must have recognized the car from before and hadn’t even bothered to open the window, maybe because of the snow.

Maggie remembered Parker Hall, a lovely brick mansion, and there were plenty of lights on inside, so some of the Parkers must have been home. Maybe somebody could help them. They reached the covered entrance doors, which were wood with small glass windows, and through them they could see an entrance hall with Shaker benches, brass floor lamps, and another Oriental rug in front of a curving paneled staircase.

“Somebody’s home.” Maggie knocked again.

“Is there a Housemaster or something like that?”

“Yes, I think so.” Maggie knocked harder, then looked around for a buzzer or intercom, but there wasn’t one. She looked over at a lit window on the first floor, but she couldn’t see inside because the shade was pulled down. She made a megaphone of her hands and shouted, “Hello, on the first floor, can you come to the door? Please?”

“Hey look!” Kathy said, and Maggie turned to see a young student in Congreve sweats, padding into the entrance hall in moccasins. She wore hip black glasses, and her hair was up in a long ponytail.

Maggie called to her, “Please let us in, we’re two frostbitten moms! And a big boy!”

The student came to the door, opening it with a smile. “Are you parents or something?”

“Yes, hi, I’m Maggie Ippoliti, and this is my son Caleb and best friend Kathy. We’re from Pennsylvania, and my daughter lived here. Her name was Anna Desroches.IsAnna Desroches.”

“I’m Madison Leone. What’s the problem? Did your car break down?”

“No, but to make a long story short, my daughter went missing last year and we’re looking for her. She lived here. Did you know her?”