Isabelle leaned forward. "Are you talking about something like what happened to me when I had my car accident? When I could, at times, see things? I was tested, retested, then tested again, like a guinea pig. The only thing the doctors could ever come up with was my sixth sense had something to do with my head injury. They wrote me up in some medical journals. We could go back and check that out. The worst part was that the things I saw came true. But I saw them after the fact. That awful sense, or whatever you want to call it, stayed with me for two years. And then it just faded away. It's a good thing, too, or I would have lost my mind. Is it possible the same kind of thing happened to Marble Rose?"

"It might be something like that, Isabelle. I just don't know. It's hard for me to believe the mother knows any of this, considering the relationship she has with her daughter. I assume she's speculating. The alternative is that she's trying to arouse our curiosity for reasons we have yet to discover."

"What's Marble Rose charged with?" Jack asked.

"She isn't charged with anything. The police are saying she isn't even in their jail or the system. The mother insists that she was carted off to jail and booked, according to the private detectives on her payroll. I couldn't find a record of any arrest. Lizzie is looking into it and will be meeting with the mother shortly.

"So, ladies, are you interested in this case? If you are, you'll be taking on some of the smartest individuals in the security business and some of the smartest lawyers Nevada has to offer. Because, believe it or not, this has something to do with Marble Rose's gambling and winning big. I can almost guarantee it, and while Miz Preston didn't say so, I think she believes it, too. She also said it's not wise to make an enemy of the people who conduct security for the casinos."

"Are they any match for Lizzie Fox?" Annie asked.

"I can't answer that, Annie, because at the moment I simply don't know. I'm just telling you what you're going up against. Like I said, are you interested?"

As one, the women gave off a resounding yes.

"Where does that leave Harry and me? Are we to stay behind?" Jack asked.

Charles frowned. "If you were to go, you would have no authority of any kind in Las Vegas. Now, if you can secure a week or so of vacation time, I see no reason why you can't make a trip to Nevada. I think, though, Jack, you should remain behind this time around unless I can come up with a foolproof reason for you to be taking a vacation at this particular time."