“I was going to suggest that she make an appointment with our physician since she has been feeling so poorly.” Myra looked at Charles. “But I don’t know if she would want to do that. I guess I can approach her when she gets back from the spa.”

“And I will catch her DNA from her cup when we have tea this afternoon,” Charles offered.

Annie pulled out a sheet of paper. “Okay, this is what we are going to need. First, more background on Live-Life-Long. Articles of incorporation, holdings, assets . . . Nikki and Alexis. Second, dossiers on Marcus, Steinwood, and Corbett . . . Fergus and Charles. Third, a DNA sample . . . Charles. Fourth, lab tests of meds . . . Nikki and Alexis. Depending on what they find, we will decide what strategy to adopt. But first, we need to know what we are dealing with.”

The group nodded in agreement.

“Okay, ladies. We will meet back here in three days, if not sooner,” Myra said.

High fives all around. As the meeting broke up, each of the sisters saluted Lady Justice.

Chapter 11

Chapter 11

Aspen

Dr. Harold Steinwood flipped through the latest Maserati brochure. It would be part of his growing collection of high-end sports cars. The Lamborghini Aventador model was still out of reach. Yes, $417,000 would be a big chunk, even if it was not as much as the two-million-dollar Bugatti some comedian had bought, decided New York City was a good place to go for a spin, and wound up rear-ended by someone driving a Honda. Why would anyone take a car like that onto the streets of New York City? Idiot. The repair work, the good doctor understood, was going to cost over two hundred thousand dollars.

Harold Steinwood had no desire to flaunt his vehicles, and for the present, he was satisfied with his assortment of cars: a Jaguar XJ, which was what he drove most of the time; a Porsche 911; a Lamborghini Gallardo; a Bentley Flying Spur; an Aston Martin Rapide S; and soon, a new Maserati. None would ever leave their garage/showroom on his property just outside Aspen. Yes, this new one would be custom built. A Maserati GranTurismo MC, 454 horsepower. That would bring the value of his current collection to almost two million dollars. Not a bad hobby to have. If this year yielded as much profit as last, he would put the Ferrari 488 on his wish list, too.

When the phone rang, he looked at his watch. Who would be calling at seven in the morning?

“Yeah?” Steinwood answered.

“Marcus here. That Charlotte Hansen patient of yours got away from me.”

“What do you mean, got away from you? How? Where?” Steinwood was confused.

“She left London. Went to visit some friends on her way home.”

“So, what’s the problem?”