Lizzie was relieved when they reached the front door. She turned around to take a last look at what was going on behind her. Everything looked exactly the way it had when they had first entered the casino. Maybe there were a few more people, but it was hard to tell. The casino's security people were good. She knew once they got outside it wouldn't be any different. In this day of satellites and microtransmitters, unseen eyes and ears could follow them everywhere, if what Ted said was true about security in Vegas being better than the technology Homeland Security had at its fingertips.

Within seconds, the trio was in a luxurious Bentley driven by an older man dressed in a spiffy uniform.

"Adam, just drive us around until I tell you to bring us back here." She turned to Lizzie, and said, "Please don't worry about Adam, he's been with me for over thirty years. He's entirely trustworthy. He. . .uh. . .sweeps the car several times a day. We can speak freely and openly. A word to the wise, young lady. If you're registered at the Babylon, those people will be spying on you. Adam tells me they slip something called parabolic microphones and cameras under doors, or they have pinholes in the wall that are almost impossible to detect. In this town you are either part of the problem or part of the solution."

Lizzie leaned back and crossed her legs. She certainly was getting a lot of information that was a tad on the worrisome side. Maybe she should call Rena Gold to secure other accommodations. She smiled when she thought of Rena and her role in the vigilantes' takedown of the president of the World Bank. She'd promised to help the vigilantes here in her home base if they ever needed her help. She rather doubted Rena would be expecting a request from her benefactors so quickly, but Lizzie knew she'd rise to the occasion.

"I'd like to hire you to help my daughter. The fact that you're here must mean those. . .ladies have seriously considered my request. You look so familiar to me. Have we ever met?"

"No, we've never met, Ms. Preston. My name is Lizzie Fox, and this is my associate, Ted Robinson."