She hoped that she had remembered correctly how to get to The Cliff House, as it had been a long time since she’d been there. Emerging into a parking area, she slid the car next to a Lexus. The parking area and high concrete retaining wall triggered a memory. She recalled that the property was registered to an offshore company. The owner remained strangely anonymous throughout construction. He had hired a local firm to manage the project. Because of its unusual location and design, the house had been dubbed The Cliff House. Amy turned to Gramps. “Wait here. I’m going to try and get inside. If I remember correctly, the elevator is access-coded, so I’ll probably have to use the emergency exit down the side of the house.” “What house?” “We’re on the roof.” “You’re not going in there alone. I’m coming with you,” Gramps hollered, grasping her hand. “I’ll be using the stairs, Gramps, and I remember the floorplan, so I can move around quickly in my search for Jamie and Alesha.”
