15
Quincey
Three days later
“Can we go over the plan again? I’m confused about the details.”
We were in Ricci’s SUV, heading for my father’s estate. I’d spent the past few days ironing out the details for our “escape” plan and going over everything with Nate, or more accurately, his sister.
“I’ve packed my stuff and Nova’s. Emily is coming with us, at least until we figure things out.”
“What about the first nanny? Emily usually works evenings, right?”
I gave Ricci a grim look. “We couldn’t trust her.”
Ricci was dressed in black, said she needed to dress the part. Her red hair was pulled up in a tight bun and she grimaced back at me. “She’s sleeping with your dad?”
I nodded. “Emily told me.”
“Right. Emily is awesome.”
Awesome indeed.
“Emily knows the deal? That your dad is going
