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Da chuckles mirthlessly. “Yeah, that’s inevitable.”

“Why don’t your people look through the footage so Laney can do something more productive?” Dougall suggests.

“I know the staff better than they do, Dougall. Besides, I’m expecting Caleb to call me back anytime.”

“How are you all holding up?” Dougall asks.

Mrs. Quinn gasps, as fresh tears come, and mama takes her into the living room. “We’re all okay, mostly, Dougall.” Da says. “Margaret isn’t taking this so well. She blames herself.”

“If you’ll pardon me saying so, Rupert, it’s your security people that are to blame here.” Dougall volunteers.

“I know it, Dougall. And I’ll address it. As far as I’m concerned, with few exceptions, we’ll be hiring a whole new security team after this.” Da states.

“Which is another reason why I’m going through the footage.” I add.

“Smart girl.” Dougall says. “Keep in touch.”

“Will do.” Da says before clicking off.

Da sits next to me, as we both look at the monitor. I’m going through, frame by frame, the last time we saw Peg, and so far, it’s not much from the backyard, until I finally see something. “Do we have all of our staff under lock and key, da?” I ask him, as I see two of our men approaching the yard from their vehicles.

“I’m not sure what good it will do, Laney. Even if it was one of ours, he could have easily paid for the troubles.”

“But Peg would never leave with someone she doesn’t know, da. Gretchen taught her well to stay away from strangers. That’s the main reason why the lass refused to move to the states. She feared strangers.”

That’s when I see it. A man approaching one of our security guys from the back door. He’s nobody that I recognize, and he seems to be just casually conversing from the back gate, yards away from where Peg is. “Who the hell is that?” Da asks.

“I don’t know, but he’s talking to Zen. Anyone that comes inside the house or anywhere near it gets logged, and none of our boys say that anyone was logged.”

I look at da. “Maybe Zen fucked up, da.”

Da opens his phone. He calls Zen. “Would you come inside for a moment.” He says and hangs up.

Moments later, Zen appears, with a blank look on his face, like he isn’t expecting to be raked through the coals. “I thought you said that you didn’t log anyone today, Zen.” Da says, pointing to the footage, which clearly shows Zen having a conversation with an unknown man.

“Aye, I didn’t log him, sir. He had the wrong house.”

“What did he want?” I ask.

“He said he was visiting distant family. Hadn’t been here since he was a wee boy himself.”

Da lifts a brow. “Where was he from?”

“Scotland, sir. That’s how come I stood there having a conversation with him. He’s from the same parts as I am. Fact, I think I went to school with the lad.”

“Did you get his name?” I ask.

“Mackenzie, sir. Nathan Mackenzie.”

“Why didn’t you mention this before, Zen?” Da demands. “This could be valuable information. I asked for everyone to report any movement from anywhere in this house today.”

He lifts his hands, defenseless. “Like I said, sir, he was at the wrong house.”

“Which would be the perfect alibi for someone who needed to confirm the place.” Da practically spits, he’s so angry. “Did you tell him what family lives here?”

“Yes, sir.” He nods conspiratorially.

“And did you tell him about Peg?”

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