Rachel and I made our way up the last stretch of stairs toward the top floor, the building quieter the higher we climbed, like the noise of everything below just couldn't be bothered to follow us this far.
"Nobody's found them, right?" I asked, keeping my voice low.
"No one," Rachel said, shaking her head. "We've been making sure of it. People know better than to wander too high up by now. We put it out there, quietly that Lucy was being kept on the upper floors. Told people it'd be better if they didn't come up here unless they wanted to run into someone from Callighan's group alone." She paused. "It worked. Nobody's been curious enough to push it."
"So they know what we're doing with Lucy." It wasn't really a question. I already knew the answer. "I'm guessing the reaction wasn't exactly warm?"
She sighed. That kind of sigh that already tells you everything before the words come.
"Let me guess," I said. "Brad's group led the charge."
