“More or less,” he agreed. “But I seriously doubt you missed out on joining him for at least one escapade.”

She stared down at her untouched cup, resting on the polished tabletop. “Maybe.”

“Where to?”

“Stratton. You know: All those mansions they got next to the slopes.”

“How did you do it? Just driving around till you found a place, or was it more targeted?”

She spoke barely above a whisper. “He knew where he was going.”

“Tell me about it.”

“It was big. Real fancy. We weren’t there too long. Under an hour.”

Willy sampled his coffee. “No, Robin. Break it down. You know what I want to hear. Step by step.” He raised the mug. “Good coffee, by the way.”

She half smiled, caught off guard, and perhaps starting to believe his benevolent tone. “Thanks. He had a key. No, wait. He knew where it was. He got it out of one of those fake rocks, near the door.”

“He explain that?”

“Yeah. Said one of the cleaning crew was a friend of his.”

“So you got in,” Willy suggested.

“Yeah, but there was an alarm. That made me nervous, but Don just typed in the code and that was it.”

“Okay, keep going.”

“That’s all. He collected what he wanted, and we left.”

“Just like that. In and out. Five minutes.”

She hesitated.

“I didn’t think so,” Willy said. “Like I said, he wanted to show off. Details, Robin.”

“He gave me a tour,” she admitted.

“He’d been there before?”

“No. We were exploring. It was like visiting a museum or something. They had everything—pool table, big fireplace, a sauna, even a racquetball court. At least that’s what Don said it was. I never seen one. They had a telescope, too, in one of the bedrooms. He said they probably checked out their neighbors with it, since it wasn’t aimed at the sky. We played with that for a while. He was right. You could see some of the other places really well.”

Willy read between the lines and suggested, “One of the bedrooms, huh? I’m guessing one thing led to another?”

Her face reddened. “Maybe. I guess.”

He let it be. “And after you were done, he got to business. How did he go about collecting what he wanted? Had you brought a bag along?”

“Yes. A big backpack.”

“Did he know where to go? Seem to know what he was after?”

She was shaking her head. “He was talking as we went, telling me why he was taking some things and not others. It was all about moving the product. That’s how he said it. You didn’t want anything too fancy or too big. You wanted regular, high-end stuff. Watches, laptops, jewelry that wasn’t antique or have inscriptions. He looked really closely at that to make sure.”

“What else?”

“Money, for sure. I couldn’t believe how much was in drawers and closets. A couple of guns, a camera, two clocks, and some glass things he called Steuben or something, off a bookshelf. We found some drugs. And medicine,” she added as an afterthought. “He looked at that carefully, too. Said some of it had good street value.” Her voice trailed off. “I don’t know. Junk like that. I got sort of bored and ended up watching TV till he was done. That’s all I remember, but he almost filled the bag.”