Alexis picked up the narrative. “It could be true that they attended Ross. However, their status at the University of Lausanne seems a bit sketchy. While copies of their admission applications could be found, there is no record of their having actually enrolled, much less graduated.” She looked up at Charles, anticipating additional information from him.

“Avery concurs that there is no documentation about their actually undertaking studies in Switzerland, but, as we know, the Swiss are very tight lipped when it comes to sharing information.” Charles continued, “The other odd thing is the existence of a big gap between graduating from Ross and applying to Lausanne. About ten years. We have not yet been able to fill in that blank. Nor can we establish that they ever enrolled, not to mention attended classes, at Lausanne.”

“What about when they supposedly left Lausanne?” Myra queried.

“That seems to be a big piece of this puzzle, as well, but Avery and his people are digging deeper.”

Back to Nikki, who let out a sigh. “And neither Alexis nor I could find any evidence that either of the two practicing in the US are licensed to practice in Colorado or New York or that Dr. Marcus is licensed to practice in England, much less London. All three may be guilty of practicing medicine without a license, even if they have medical degrees.”

“How does that happen? A doctor who isn’t licensed?” Annie was incredulous.

“Have you ever looked up any of your physicians’ credentials?” Charles asked pointedly. “We look at the certificates on the walls, but do we actually question their qualifications further? Especially if they have taken over someone else’s practice or been referred by a friend or family member.”

They looked around the table and shrugged in unison.

“My point exactly.” The tone of Charles’s voice indicated how he felt. “What we have been able to ascertain is that these three men met at some point—most likely at Ross. We need to find out what they were doing during those missing ten years.”

Myra interjected, “I think it’s time we brought everyone into this and took a vote, although I know how I am going to vote already. We need to get to the bottom of this! God knows who else they are preying on.” Each of those present raised a hand in agreement. “Excellent. Let’s call a meeting for tomorrow afternoon. I’ll arrange for a mini spa day for Charlotte, so she’ll be out of the house while the meeting takes place.” Myra fingered her pearls, this time with less anxiety and more resolve.

Charles was the first one to stand. “All right, everyone, we shall reconvene tomorrow at noon. It will give us a ‘lunch appointment’ excuse.”