Derek had leaned through the open doorway and called, She barely ate. You people have raised a food snob.
Rachel had laughed.
She had actually laughed.
“What did Audrey want?”
Mara typed a password. “She asked me about the cameras.”
Rachel’s gaze moved to the ceiling instinctively.
“There are cameras in the hallway and lobby,” Mara said. “Not in the classrooms. Not in changing areas. The property owner required them after somebody broke into the nail salon next door last year.”
“What about them?”
“She wanted to know how long the recordings stay saved.”
Rachel frowned. “Why?”
“That was my question.”
“And what did she say?”
“Nothing at first.” Mara’s face tightened with the memory. “She just kept asking whether they overwrite automatically. She used that exact word. Overwrite.”
A chill moved across Rachel’s shoulders.
Audrey knew the word, of course. She was sixteen, not six. But the specificity bothered Rachel. It sounded like a word Audrey had researched before asking.
