Thirty minutes later, Harry was back with two huge manila envelopes full of cash and Owens's laptop. Nikki popped it open, powered up, and turned to Jack. "I can't transfer any of his stuff until I have a place to send it. Call Mr. Udal and have him give you an account somewhere.

"Let's have your password, Mr. Owens, and don't make me work for it."

"Lucky six."

Nikki typed in the password and sat back as numbers flashed on the screen. Even she was impressed. She heard Jack telling Udal to stay on the line as he repeated the numbers to Nikki, who immediately input them into the computer. She blinked as funds moved at the speed of light until the balance registered zero.

"Done!"

Kathryn walked over to the three men tied to the caskets. "Do you know your account numbers? I wouldn't lie if I were you. Easy, easy, one at a time."

Nikki's fingers went to work. "Funny how these jerks all used the same brokerage, the same banks, the same offshore banks.

"Done!"

"Okay, you got it all. You said you'd cut us loose if we gave it up," Owens said.

"And you believed me? You really are a bunch of jerks. Just lie here and reflect, Mr. Owens. There will be some people here shortly to take care of you." By people, Nikki meant Bert Navarro, Duncan Wright, his best field agent, and Elias Cummings, who would be doing the cleanup work.

"Tidy up, girls! Wipe everything down and don't miss anything. Trash in the Dumpster outside. Don't forget the guns in the sink. Jack, did Winters give security the night off?" Nikki asked.

"Yep. The floor is wide-open tonight for anyone interested in trying his or her luck. No rules on this night!" Jack said as he smacked his hands in anticipation of a beginner's gambling luck. Nikki would bring him luck, he was sure of it.

"Girls, it's time to do a little shake, rattle, and roll! Vegas, here we come," Annie said as she led the way out of the mortuary.

Outside in the parking area, all the women said in unison, "I'm not riding in that thing again."

"Let's go public and take taxis," Myra said, excitement ringing in her voice.

"Myra, you rock! You really do," Annie said as she walked toward the road that would take them to the boulevard, where they could hail a taxi. "Do you have any idea what kind of statement we could make if we had those boots? All right, all right, Myra, I won't say another word about the boots."

As the first cab slid to the curb, Annie turned. "We did good, girls! I think we earned our money. Now, let's see how much we can WIN and get out alive to tell about it."