Back in Aspen, Avery discovered the system Steinwood used for his security cameras outside his garage. Disabling it was a lot easier than Avery had expected. From the bucket of the utility truck, he was able to register the frequency, then clone the control panel that operated the cameras. With a few strokes, he jammed the frequency so whatever image the cameras were focused on would freeze. He figured he would only have a few minutes to get down from the bucket, enter the garage from the rear, take photos, and get the heck out. He shifted gears, and the bucket descended. He jumped out as soon as it hit the ground.

After skirting the perimeter of the garage, he found the rear entrance. The doors had two major security locks. All of Avery’s people carried pick tools, but he also had a neodymium magnet in a long sock, just in case. The problem with the magnet was its strength. That was the reason for the sock. It was the only way one could pull the magnet off from whatever it was stuck to. He hoped he didn’t have to use it. He also hoped there wasn’t a dead bolt on the other side. He inserted the tool in one lock, and it opened easily. The second went just as smoothly. He gripped the handles and took a deep breath as he pulled on the steel doors. They slid open, revealing four gleaming, beautiful sports cars.

There was an empty area where Avery figured Steinwood kept his Jaguar. He noticed another empty space toward the front. By the looks of it, Steinwood was expecting another addition to his collection. The Maserati. He snapped as many photos as he could in less than a minute and uploaded them to Charles. After checking that he hadn’t tracked in any dirt or left any footprints, he pulled the doors shut and reset the locks. He jogged back to the utility truck, reactivated the security cameras, and beat it out of there.

* * *

In London the women unpacked, changed into comfortable clothes, and convened by the cozy fireplace.

“Byron always knows what to do and when.” Annie made a sweeping gesture toward the fireplace and the three glasses of brandy sitting on a silver tray.

They sat in a circle on the floor, waiting for the call from Charles and Fergus. Charlotte looked completely relaxed; Annie and Myra were ready to pounce. The ding of the tablet made the three of them jump.

“Hello, love!” Charles’s face appeared on the tablet, with Fergus looking over his shoulder. “Did you have a good flight?”

“Lovely, darling,” Myra answered.

“Yes, lovely,” Charlotte echoed. Then Annie.

“Don’t keep us in suspense. What is the latest from Avery?” Annie pleaded.

“Steinwood has a pristine collection of fine sports cars. Seems like he’s adding something to his mix,” Fergus informed them. “That would make six altogether.”