“We are in the process of gathering information about the three doctors. Once we know their strengths and weaknesses, particularly their weaknesses, we hatch a plan. Each sister brings her own personal area of expertise to bear.” Myra was matter of fact.

Another “Wow” emerged from Charlotte’s mouth.

“Indeed.” Charles put his arm around Myra, who put her arm around Annie, who put her arm around Fergus. “We are part of a team. You have already met the others.”

“You mean . . . the girls?” Wide-eyed saucers appeared again.

Everyone broke into laughter. “The sisters!” they said in unison.

Charlotte felt a level of excitement. Visiting Myra and Charles had been an excellent idea. “So, when do we start?” she asked, jubilation ringing in her voice.

“The sisters will be here in a couple of hours. We’ll have a meeting. And then we’ll have dinner, my special recipe of chicken cacciatore.” Charles was a man of many talents.

* * *

By four o’clock, everyone had arrived except Kathryn. She was on her way back from Aspen and Denver.

Myra escorted Charlotte down the dark steps as the other women followed. Myra explained that they always saluted Lady Justice upon entering and exiting. Charlotte was very nervous and made a weak attempt at complying.

Myra chuckled. “You’ll get used to it.”

Charlotte gazed around the impressive room. It looked like something you would see in a James Bond movie or in Star Wars. She wasn’t sure which. “Myra, I almost feel as if I don’t deserve the attention.”

“Don’t be silly. We’ve known each other since we were teens. And we have always trusted each other.” Myra pulled out a chair for Charlotte.

“Ditto for me,” Annie said and cackled.

The women pumped their fists in the air. “We’re all in!”

Chapter 21

Chapter 21

Sag Harbor

Sasha sat in a small sedan in the Hampton Jitney parking lot. Corbett did not get off, so she followed the bus to the next town. And then the next. And several more. He finally stepped off at the last stop, in Sag Harbor. He must have called ahead, because a taxi was waiting for him at the curb. Pulling down the brim of her baseball cap, she tailed the taxi from about a hundred yards. Traffic was very light, with just a few cars passing in the other direction. No one was behind her.

The taxi pulled into a driveway, but she could not see the house from the street, just the hint of a blue Mercedes through the hedges. Every property had privet hedges to block the view of the house. She would have to return on foot and hope there was no security fence. She looked around. Nope. Just the privet.