I stood on the tennis court watching Cassidy disappear into the manor, my phone heavy in my pocket. The Uber notification from fifteen minutes ago said Iris had arrived.
So where was she?
The manor was big but not that big. Mrs. Tanaka would've directed her somewhere. Probably the main salon where guests usually waited.
Probably.
I pulled out my phone and called Iris.
Straight to voicemail.
"Hey, this is Iris! Leave a message or don't, I'm probably drawing anyway!"
That cheerful recorded voice didn't help the way my stomach just dropped.
I tried again.
Same result.
The automated voice lady told me to leave a message after the tone like I didn't already know that.
Okay. Don't panic. Iris was fine. She was somewhere in the house with four responsible adults who happened to be teenage billionaires with questionable judgment.
Actually that was worse.
I dialed Harlow next because she was the one who arranged the Uber and probably knew where Iris ended up.
Three rings.
Four.
