Statuesque, expansive, all gray stone and green grass. The kind of place wealthy parents wanted to send their kids. A fence lined the perimeter, tall and imposing, as if to highlight the school’s exclusivity. “Here goes nothing,” Samuel said, before he opened the front passenger door. We left Lucas in the van, as there was no good way to explain his presence. Holland would definitely know who he was, and others here might, too. I caught sight of my face in the side mirror and tried not to do a double take at the last-minute changes Lucas had added to my appearance this morning. Daniel led us toward the elaborate iron gates in the fence. A call box blinked up at us. Daniel hit a few buttons, let a secretary know who we were. Overhead, there was a faint buzzing. Video camera. I kept my head turned from the lens, trying to look natural. A moment later, a buzzer sounded, and the gates swung open. Abby whistled. “Guess they don’t want you cutting school here.” “Or they want outsiders minding their own business,”
