2. More intel from Avery’s group.

3. Isabelle and Alexis go to Aspen to get Brewster medical records.

4. Myra and Annie head to New York to see Victor at Christie’s. Depending on what is discovered, either stay or fly to London with Charlotte.

“Do we have any idea how much longer Avery’s team will be?” Annie asked.

Fergus checked the monitor screens for any updates. “Looks like tomorrow. Day after, the latest.”

“I’ll call my pilot and let him know we’ll be flying in a few days.” Annie added that to the list.

Maggie slumped in her chair. “You guys get to have all the fun in Annie’s private jet. I’m sure I’ll be sitting in front of some spoiled brat in economy class who likes to kick the seat.”

“Stop moaning. Instead of taking the shuttle, take the Acela to New York City from Union Station.” Annie stuck out her tongue.

“If you insist.” Maggie went to bite her nails but was stopped short by their unusually pristine condition and giggled. “Hmmm . . . This really is a good deterrent.”

Annie turned to her. “What do you have on the Thompson case?”

Maggie checked her laptop. “‘Lorraine Thompson, widow and mother, passed away at home of an apparent suicide. Family members said she had been very emotionally unstable as of late but were shocked that she had been despairing enough to have committed suicide. Her eldest daughter, Genevieve Ringwood, said her mother had been a bit manic but not necessarily depressed. “We would have done something about it if we had only known.”’” The article goes on to offer the usual bromides. ‘If you or anyone you know shows signs of depression, call the hotline.’

“I spoke to Mrs. Ringwood, who was very reluctant to talk to me on the phone, so I offered to interview her in person. She sounded a little . . . I dunno. Secretive? Like she was hiding something.”

“If anyone can get her to talk, it’s certainly you!” Annie chortled.

“I’m meeting with her day after tomorrow. She lives in Huntington, Long Island, so I’ll take a car from Penn Station. I asked her if she had any paperwork on Live-Life-Long, which seemed to spook her a bit. She stammered but said she would look through her mother’s papers and see what she could find. I thought that was very accommodating of her.”

“Very,” Myra said thoughtfully. “Perhaps she, too, has her suspicions but was afraid to voice them. Good job, Maggie. I’m sure once she meets you, she’ll spill her guts.”

“That’s what I’m hoping for.” Maggie took a little bow.

Charles and Myra could hear the dogs making a yapping sound, signaling it was getting close to dinnertime.

“I think we have plenty to work with now.” Annie looked around the room. Everyone nodded in agreement.