"We want a room like the Rassmusons and Teigs."

Wally shook his head. "They're in prestige suites. They requested standards, but their reservation got lost in some computer glitch, so the hotel was forced to give them upgrades. Moving to a prestige suite will cost you."

"That's all right," Nana piped up. "I'm rich."

He shrugged. "It's your dime." He handed me a large manila envelope. "These are the medical forms I mentioned earlier. All you Windsor City people filled them out, so you know what I'm talking about."

The bank had asked us to write down any medical conditions we had, what prescription and nonprescription drugs we were taking with us, and our primary physician's name, in case of medical emergencies.

"I hope I don't have to tell you these forms are very sensitive and should be held in the strictest confidence. If any of this information gets into the wrong hands, we could be looking at major litigation."

I'd written on my form that I have flat feet and was packing bottles of Excedrin and Advil. It was comforting to know that if word leaked out, I could sue the hell out of Triangle Tours. "What am I supposed to do with the forms after the trip is over?"

"Return the envelope to Mr. Erickson at the bank, and he'll see that they're destroyed. And speaking of Mr. Erickson, I just got off the phone with him. Apparently, when he went over to his sister's house to tell her about Andy, she wasn't home, so he tried her cell phone. You'll never guess where she was when she answered."

There was only one place I knew would be considered a surprise if Louise Simon were found there. "Wal-Mart?"

"Vancouver. She was about to board a cruise ship for Alaska."

"Vancouver? How did she get to Vancouver? She's afraid to fly. That's why she didn't come to Switzerland."

"She didn't come to Switzerland because she had plans to take a cruise with another man while Andy was away."

"No," said Nana.

"Yes," said Wally, "and furthermore, when Mr. Erickson told her about Andy's death, she said she wasn't going to fly halfway around the world to baby-sit a corpse. She said Andy might have ruined her life, but he wasn't going to ruin her vacation."

When a man spends his entire married life cheating on his wife, I guess he can't expect special treatment when he drops dead. "So what's going to happen now?"

"Mr. Erickson will make all the arrangements to have Andy's body flown back to the States, and Louise won't have to file for divorce after all."

"She was planning to divorce Andy?"

"That's what she told her brother. She said, and I quote, 'I'm through bankrolling this theater bullshit just so he can boink a bevy of buxom bimbos, then lie his buns off about it.'"

I was impressed with Louise's use of alliteration, especially given her pronounced overbite. But the revelation that she was ticked off about Andy's philandering caused a lightbulb to go on over my head. If she'd decided she no longer wanted to be married to him, would she entertain a way to get rid of him that would spare her having to fork over half her assets and putting herself through an embarrassing public divorce? Would she actually resort to murder? But how? She was an ocean away, which seemed like a pretty good alibi to me. The only way she could have caused his murder was if she'd gotten to him before he went away, or arranged for someone else to do the deed for her. Could she have been the one to tamper with his asthma medication? Or could she have hired someone who had a score to settle with him to pop him for her? Someone on the tour? Someone like...