When they moved out of earshot, Maggie said, "Jack called Harry, and he was on his way over to Jack's, but I was tired and left. I don't know what if anything they decided. I would imagine whatever they came up with they would have to run by Charles. That's all I know."

Both women, who had earlier professed to be starving, picked at their food. Lizzie nibbled on the crisp bacon, while Maggie chomped on dry toast and stirred the eggs around on her plate.

Lizzie looked at her diamond-studded watch. "I should be going. So, what do you think, the Gulfstream and Ted or not? It will get him out of your hair for a while or until you get your head on straight. I don't know why, but my gut is telling me there's more to this than a young girl in jail. This could be a rip-roaring series for your paper if my gut is right. No matter how you look at it, Las Vegas is a gambling mecca, and that's fodder for the media."

"Sure, no problem. What time do you want to leave?"

"Wheels up by noon if you can manage it."

"You gonna look up Rena Gold while you're there? She has some powerful friends in the underbelly of Vegas."

Rena Gold had been the paramour of the president of the World Bank when the Sisterhood brought him down. The Sisters had cut Rena enough slack to turn her, and sent her on her way with the promise to help them if they ever needed someone in Vegas to, as she put it, shill for them.

"I have thought about it. We'll see how it goes. So, should I just be at Dulles at noon?"

"That'll work." Maggie motioned for their waitress and handed her a credit card. "Go ahead, Lizzie, I'll take care of this. I'll send Ted and will make sure he's at the airport on time. I'll call when I know more about Bert and the guys."

Lizzie stood up, all six feet of her, and straightened her short leather skirt. The Silver Fox, as she was known, had the sudden attention of every male in the cafe. Maggie frowned. On her best day she had never looked half as good as the Silver Fox. Oh, well, Ted loved her as she was. So did Mickey and Minnie. Which brought up another problem. Who would watch the cats while Ted was in Vegas?

While she waited for the waitress to bring back her credit card, she yanked her cell phone out of her backpack and called the pilot in charge of the Gulfstream to tell him to be ready to fly to Vegas at noon. Her second call was to Ted. She issued orders like a general. She half-expected him to squawk and complain, but he simply said okay if she would watch his cats. She agreed.