Avery drove around town to familiarize himself with the streets and devise a plan to get back into the office sometime that evening. He doubted there were any street gangs or kids hanging out. It was a very pristine, high, as in very high-end community, and was listed as one of the top twenty richest zip codes in the country. No riffraff here. After scoping out the neighborhood, he headed to Crystal Lake Road, a very short distance away. As he was approaching the house, a Jaguar XJ came soaring out of the driveway, almost sideswiping his SUV. “Jerk.” Then he realized that the reckless driver was Dr. Steinwood himself. He slowed down and surveyed the front of the house. No other cars were in sight, either on the road or in the driveway. It was going to be difficult to be inconspicuous. The idea of a utility truck came to mind. No one would question it.

He quickly phoned Charles. “Hey, old boy. I need some assistance in acquiring a utility truck. Power company. Cable. Something like that. It’s rather sparse here, and a stakeout might be challenging, unless I had a reason to be parked on the street.”

“I’ll ring Kathryn. She seems to know every highway, truck, and driver across the country. I’ll ring you back.” Charles immediately called Kathryn.

“What’s up?” Kathryn bellowed into the phone. Her voice was as big as she was tall.

“We need to get Avery a utility vehicle pronto.”

“He’s in Aspen, correct?”

“Yes.”

“I’m on it. An hour. Two, tops,” she replied in her husky voice.

“Thank you.” Charles immediately called Avery. “An hour. Maybe two.”

“Roger that.” Avery was still deciding if he should park the SUV down the road and try to get a glimpse of the property from behind.