She picked the lock, disengaged the alarm system, and proceeded to place the listening devices in the same places Eileen and Avery had. And the security camera in the closet.

She was in and out in less than eight minutes. Having the blueprints always gave one a leg up.

After the ten-mile ride back to her motel, Sasha tossed the wig into her bag, peeled off her clothes—boy, did she need a shower—and decided to try the little roadhouse on the other side of town. Maybe some honky-tonk music would be nice. She had had two very busy, productive days. What she really needed was a massage, a facial, and another massage.

Chapter 27

Chapter 27

The war room

Charles could hardly keep his stiff-upper-lip demeanor as he reported back to the women. “Sasha has completed planting the surveillance devices. Three offices and two residences are now covered. By this evening, we should have Dr. Marcus’s flat covered. As far as Dr. Steinwood’s going to Vegas, do you think we should have Avery tail him there?”

“I think Avery should find out what is in that garage and the house. With Steinwood away, that should give Avery better opportunities to drill down to what brand of underwear he wears,” Annie said smugly. The women snickered at the remark. “We know why he’s going to Vegas. We need to know what he’s doing in Aspen.”

“Righto,” Charles replied.

“Bummer,” Alexis teased. “I was itching for a few slot machines.”

“Not this time.” Myra smiled. “I think we’ve found Steinwood’s passion, so to speak. Expensive cars. We need Avery to find out how many he has.”

“Roger that.” Charles sent off a message to Avery.

“After meeting with Victor, we should have a good idea of what Dr. Corbett’s hobby is, and after a day or so of surveilling Marcus, we should have his. That’s when the game gets serious,” Annie reminded them.

“I have some pretty good contacts with car dealers. Had to haul a few trailers in my day,” said Kathryn, who had finally arrived at Pinewood. “I can take on that part once I get back from the Michigan trip. That should take only three days.”

“Perfect.” Myra beamed.

“This is all so complicated,” Charlotte observed, awestruck by the complexity of how the sisters went about a mission. Then she giggled. “You should start your own private investigating company!”

The sisters hooted.

“We have much more in our toolbox to offer than surveillance. That’s why we have Avery and his team,” Nikki reminded her.

“Well, I’m just along for the ride,” Charlotte said gleefully.

“I was hoping you’d be Annie’s and Myra’s chaperone,” Charles joked.

“Chaperone?” Myra pretended to be offended. “When have we ever . . . never mind.” She remembered, as did everyone else, and they started muttering.