Bevis watched as people pointed at screens, maps on tables, and scanned what could be databases, there was a lot of information scrolling before their eyes, and she wondered how they could read any of it. Following a business-like Chelsea through the room, Bevis turned in a circle taking in the activity.

"There are so many people," she whispered, "doing many things."

"Did you say something, Bev?" Chelsea asked.

Bevis shook her head, joining Chelsea at a large round table, "What is all of this?"

Chelsea glanced at her; a frown twitched over her brows? "You're kidding, right?"

Bevis shook her head, "To me, it looks like maps ..." she said, "...what are the maps for?"

"Those over there are the Calderone estate," Chelsea said, "these over here are for other Calderone properties."

Bevis nodded, taking it all in; glancing around, she cleared her throat, "Where have they tracked the box too?"

Chelsea stared at her, "Why would we want to track the box?"

Bevis shook her head, "You have all these people working on this, but no one has tracked the box."

A young man stood from a nearby workstation, picked up a tablet and handed it to her, "I tracked the box for the Jonarajas."

Slowly Bevis took the tablet from his outstretched hand, "What is your name?"

"Akiva," the young man said, "your parents knew mine."

"Where are your parents?" Bevis asked, meeting the sad, steady gaze of the young man.

She noticed his throat work a hard swallow before he answered, "No longer with us."

"I'm sorry for your lose," Bevis whispered, "how did you know to look for the box?"

"My family has always been the protector of the secret keepers," he said, "we know what is required when it is required."

Bevis thought over those words as she looked down at the tablet screen, "Thank you, Akiva."

"It is an honour to be working with the heir to the secret keepers," he said, turning from her and sliding into his seat.

Bevis followed his movements wishing she understood the wonder she heard in his voice, "What can be so honourable about what my parents and I have done?"

A bustle nearby caught her attention, and phrases drifted to her ears. If they were going to hit the mansion, they would be in the wrong place. Glancing over the maps, Bevis felt overwhelmed, inhaling she remembered her father's words whispered to her a short while ago. Looking at the maps, she put some to the side, piling them up until she found the one she was looking for. The one that corresponded with what she saw on the tablet.

"What are you doing?" a black-clad man came forward, drawing everyone's attention to Bevis' actions with his loud words, "You're destroying hours of work."

"Then I'll save you time," Bevis said, looking over the map and then at the rest on the table, "where is the map that holds the area next to this one?"

Silence met her question; turning to the room, Bevis found stunned faces staring at her; Chelsea looked uncomfortable as she glanced toward the doorway where a muscular man stood, narrowing his gaze on Bevis as she steadily met his unwavering stare.

"Who are you?" he asked, "How did you get into this place, and why are you meddling with this operation?"

Bevis felt her world shift; she knew that voice … memories flashed through her mind of the night at the hospital, she gasped, and before her mind could stop herself, she repeated the Hebrew phrase her father begged her to remember that fatal night.

"What was that?" he said, stopping a few feet from her and staring at her.

Clearing her throat, she repeated it. Not knowing what she was uttering, Bevis hoped it wasn't offensive.

"Where did you learn that?" he asked.

"At my father's side while we drove in the ambulance the night of the accident … or should I say attempted murder," she said, inhaling; she lifted her gaze and met his steely vision, hoping it didn't betray the quaking sensation inside. Who was this man?

He moved forward, looking at the table and then at the rest of the room, "She asked for the map that continues this section. Where is it?"

Chelsea moved forward, looking at the map and then the rest of the table, going through the pile Bevis had made, "It's no longer here."

"Lock it down," the man called; suddenly, alarms blared, and Bevis found herself moved out of the way by Akiva and pulled toward his station.

"What is going on?" she asked.

"The only way a map could disappear from here is if someone took it and walked out," Akiva said, "we've been infiltrated."

"How?" Bevis asked.

"It has to be someone who is … one of us," Akiva said.

"Or looks like one of us," Bevis said, "can you pull up security footage of everyone going in and out of this room."

"For how long?" Avika asked.

Bevis looked around before answering, "From the time this room was established," she smiled as his eyes widened, "don't worry, you don't have to look at the faces ... just run them through that recognition programme you have."

"How do you know about …" he glanced between Chelsea and herself before nodding and putting her request into play.

Bevis watched the room taking in the people, the attitudes, the body language; she began to smile as she realised her father's training had been used every day of her life while they were apart.

"Got someone," Akiva called, to the room at large, drawing the attention of the large man barking order, "we ran facial recognition on everyone who has been in the room," Akiva said quickly, "there is only one person's photo ID on their badge who doesn't match the face entering the room …" he turned the screen toward the watching room, "this is the person who took the map."

"Why would he take the map?" the man asked.

Bevis looked at Chelsea shaking her head.

"I'm not going to ask again," the man said, looking between Chelsea and Bevis, "you two seem to know something no one else does."

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Nodding, Bevis cleared her throat, looking at Akiva, "Whose badge did he use?"

The name appeared on the screen, and Chelsea gasped, "He was part of my team from this morning."

"We have a leak," the large man said, staring at Bevis.

"I'm not your leak, but that is the … fourth? Yes, fourth agent of yours that has died in the last few hours," Bevis said, instinct screaming the direction to take, "Akiva, out of those that are dead, who has logged into the system after their deaths."

Akiva's fingers flew over the keys; he hesitated and turned to the room, frowning, "Two people who are dead have been in this room, and both logged into our system from terminals in this room."

A disturbed murmur rose as people began looking around, some putting their hands on their side arms. The large man stepped up to Akiva's station blocking the room's view of his computer.

"Show me," he said, waiting as the pictures of the dead people popped up on his screen, "send that to my phone and only my phone."

Akiva nodded and closed the pictures as the man moved away.

Bevis stared down at the tablet switching it from the map format to the satellite and zooming in to see the area around the blinking on the screen. In the middle of considering where that could be situated, she noticed a pair of large feet still in front of her; she followed the thick legs up to a tight waist and onto a broad chest and shoulders over the wide neck and stopped at the alert green eyes.

"Yes?" she asked, waiting as he stared at her.

"Who trained you?" he asked

"My father," she said, narrowing her eyes on him, "why?"

"You haven't been around your father for years," he said, "who trained you afterwards?"

"No one," Bevis said, "look do you want me to leave, or is there some other issue?"

He stared at her for a long moment, "After what you said, you cannot leave. No one can until the truth is discovered, uncovered and made clear."

"Okay, how long do you think that is going to be because Caroline and Angela need to be rescued before something bad happens to them," Bevis said.

"That depends on you," the man said.

"What?" Bevis asked, her eyebrows raised in alarm, "why?"

"You invoked the heir's rights," the man said, "you need to finish the mission."

Bevis stared at him, stunned as the words drew buried memories from the recesses of her brain. She remembered her parents arguing about it as they did everything when it came to this world and what each of them wanted her to know about it.

"The heir's rights," she whispered, looking at Akiva, "your parents lived with us …" she whispered, "they both held your name."

He nodded, "I knew you when you were a child, and so was I, but much younger."

"Aki …" she whispered as he smiled and nodded, "the heir's rights."

"We both hold the right," he said, "only to be invoked when security is going in the wrong direction."

"Huh," she said, shaking her head and quietly repeating her father's words, "they were going in the wrong direction. Was this tablet attached to all of these?" she asked, waving her hand at the room.

Akiva shook his head, "Separate network."

"Good," Bevis said, "then they didn't get the information."

"Bev," Chelsea said, clearing her throat and stepping toward her, "who and what information?"

Bevis pushed to her feet, scanning the room, "I'm going to ask everyone a question. If the answer to the question is negative specifically for yourself, please sit down; if it is in the affirmative, please remain standing. Just remember that if you sit down to allay suspicion, we'll find you anyway ... it's easier to spot you when everyone is seated."

A murmur rose, but she found everyone's attention was still on her. Nodding, Bevis moved to where she could see everyone, "Who in this room work for or is paid by the Calderones?"

Silence met her; she waited until slowly, people sank into chairs or to the floor. Three people stood looking around before slowly moving to join those on the floor.

"Please remain standing ..." Bevis said, her words coming quietly into the silence, "...those are the three who killed the protection detail."

"How do you know?" the large man asked from where he crouched.

"Chelsea," Bevis waved her friend toward her; Chelsea glared at Bevis meaningfully before turning and looking at the people standing, "well?"

"Very close, but you're right," she said, "they look very similar to the three I assigned to the protection detail."

"How did you get onto a different location than we had?" the large man asked.

"A plan put into action years ago with a foolproof plan attached to it," Bevis said, "something that started as a game but ended up being a life-saving objective."

The man looked toward Chelsea questioningly, "What is she talking about?"

Chelsea shrugged, "Don't ask me," she sighed, "for once, I'm out of my depth."

Bevis stood looking at the three people, "Where is The Calderone?"

Two remained silent, but the third glanced around, closed her eyes tightly and shook her head, "I didn't sign up for murder …" she sighed, "I'm not sure exactly where, but one thing is for certain, you won't find her at the mansion."

"You just signed your family's death warrant," one of the men hissed, "I hope it was worth it."

"Do you think any of us are getting out of this alive?" the woman asked, "I've had enough of her rage and death dealings," she shook her head again, "how do we know she hasn't already killed them?"

"We get videos," the other man said, "every week."

"No, we get the same video every week," the woman said, "there is no change, so how do we really know they are still alive. She could have taken the video and murdered them all. You know she's capable."

They remained silent, their thoughts whirring. The large man signalled people close to the three who searched them and confiscated their phones and weapons.

Bevis looked at Akiva, who had been handed one of their phones; he smiled and nodded in her direction and began to work.

"How did you know, Bev?" Chelsea asked.

"I didn't," Bevis said, "only following my father's instructions to trust my training and follow the instinct of my blood."

"Huh," Chelsea said, staring at her, "you got all this from those words."

Bevis smiled, "Yes, Chels, I'm totally out of my depth."

"But we know that's your sweet spot," Chelsea said, "what do we do now?"

Bevis looked around the room thoughtfully, "Are all these computers on the same network?"

"Yes," the large man said, standing and walking toward the pair, "why?"

Bevis looked at him and sighed, "What is your name?"

He narrowed his gaze at her, "My name?"

Bevis nodded, "Whatever your parents named you at birth, what people call you or you write on items that belong to you …" she waited, "your name."

"Why?" he asked.

"Well, it would be easier than making up something to call you," Bevis said, "so far, I've got a list including things like Muscleman, Mr Shoulders, Gigantor and the like, but I'd rather call you by name."

He looked at Chelsea, who waited with her hands on her hips, "What do you have to say?"

"I have nothing to do with this request," Chelsea said, "but it is valid."

Glancing around the room, he could see the stations being closed down, "What is going on? They can't do this."

"Why?" Bevis asked, "Is it closing the link to the Calderones?"

He swung on her, snarling, "Don't accuse me of having anything to do with those vile people."

Bevis watched him before nodding, "Okay, so what do I call you?"

"This again," he muttered, "people call me Nagid."

Nodding, Bevis smiled, "Thank you, Nagid, was that so hard?"

Ignoring his snarled reply, Bevis turned to Akiva, who nodded and stood from his terminal, "We are dark."

"I take it that means that whatever line has been opened to the Calderone's is now closed," Bevis said; Akiva nodded, "...fantastic. Nagid, would you like to put these three wherever you put people who do stupidly bad things."

Chelsea choked on her laughter as she turned toward a grinning Akiva and started talking about locations they could consider.

Nagid stared at her before speaking softly, "You are an unknowledgeable civilian blindly handing out orders, but note this … your heir's request has an expiration date and time."

"Oh, thank heavens," Bevis said, "I was thinking I was stuck with this forever. When you come back, I'll be able to tell you where you'll find not only the women who can stop history's biggest cover-up but also the family behind all the decades of trauma and panic inflicted on so many people."

Bevis smiled as Nagid turned and stalked across the room, giving orders and growling at the people around him.

"Wow, he has anger issues," Bevis whispered, shaking her head. Raising her voice, she addressed the room, "Could someone please tell me everything about the Heir's Rights."