The women pulled out their laptops and began to review the information they had on their subject. Marjorie Brewster. Age sixty-five. Widowed. No children. Now residing in a nursing home. She has one sister, who lives in Boulder. That was all they had. For now.

“I think we should visit Mrs. Brewster and see what her condition is. Last information we had was that she had slipped into a coma, but things could have changed,” Alexis suggested.

Isabelle checked the file. “She was an art teacher before she got married. He had gobs of money. We can say we were students of hers.”

“Perfect. Art teacher in local community college. We’re here for a reunion, heard about her being ill, and want to visit.”

“Sounds like a plan. We can do that this afternoon. The flight is four hours, but with the two-hour time-zone difference, we’ll be there by one at the latest. We’ll go to the lodge, get changed, and head over to the nursing home. Annie said we can use the Jeep in the garage,” Isabelle added. “By the way, what do you have in mind for our next costume?” She rolled her eyes in anticipation.

“Let me think on that.” Alexis looked at the list of outfits she had packed. “Hmmm. What would artists wear? Ah. Here we go. You get the maxi skirt, denim jacket, and a short pink pixie wig. Big black glasses, like the ones Annie sometimes wears.”

“And you?” Isabelle gave her a sideways look.

“I’ll be wearing denim overalls with a T-shirt and combat boots. And I’ll use the wig you’re wearing now.”

“Speaking of which, do you think we should change into civilian clothes now?” Isabelle suggested. “I’m feeling a bit inflated in this thing!”

“I think we should wait until we get to the lodge, just in case we’re caught on camera at the airport. That way, they’ll never find the two big-assed, over-the-top bling chicks.” Alexis chuckled.

“Good point. Too bad the flight is so long.” Isabelle readjusted herself in the plush leather seat. “Once we check on Mrs. Brewster, we can head over to the hospital.”

“Not before we change into something different.” Alexis looked at her list again. “We’ll be very corporate. I have a brown bob-cut wig for you, and I have a very short curly one for me. Remember, we’re part of a scouting team doing research on skiing recuperation.”