"Annie's right," Charles said. "But to bring the Gulfstream back at this point in time, even though it's now leased to the Post, just might raise a few red flags."

Annie nibbled on a nail. "Do we have time to buy a new one?"

"No, Annie, we don't. But I do know someone who might agree to lend me one for a short period of time. Of course it will have to come across the pond, but that's a mere six hours. If my friend is agreeable, plan on leaving late tomorrow afternoon. I have to make a few calls now, girls. I'll ring the bell when I have confirmation."

The women looked at one another. Across the pond could only mean one thing. They all looked at Myra, who only shrugged.

Annie was jubilant. "Sir Charles does have friends in very high places. I assume it's a done deal. So, girls, let's make a plan. You're going to get those pink hats just right, aren't you, dear? Will we have numbers or names on them? What about jerseys?" she asked of no one in particular.

Nikki fished her cell phone out of her pocket. She'd set it on vibrating mode when she entered the war room. Charles frowned at cell phones ringing when he was conducting business. She looked at the number of the caller. "It's Maggie.

"What's up?" Nikki asked.

She listened without saying a word. Ten minutes later, she powered down and repeated everything Maggie had told her. The room turned electric at her words.

They whooped in glee when Nikki said, "Ted thinks Lizzie is in love with that guy who looks like a Mack truck. Mr. Cosmo Cricket." Then she told them what Lizzie had done to Cricket's one-of-a-kind car.

"Oh, she's smitten all right. However, I'm not sure love is the right word. But I do think our Lizzie was definitely making a statement."

Annie gurgled with laughter. The others joined in.

"I just want to know one thing. Who the hell is our client, and what are we supposed to do when we get there?" Kathryn asked. "What's Lizzie doing except checking out the slot machine princess? Is she part of whatever is to come, or is she coming back here?"

"I guess we'll find out when we get there. Charles will coordinate everything. Since we're probably going to be leaving momentarily, I suggest we finish our outdoor work. Whose turn is it to make dinner tonight?"

"Mine," Yoko said. "Charles said everything is ready, I just have to cook it. He didn't say what it was, though."

"It's meat loaf and baked potatoes. And broccoli and some kind of mess that looks like stewed tomatoes," Kathryn said. She looked at the others. "What? I was in the kitchen looking for some cookies, and I saw everything on the counter. I really don't like meat loaf but I can eat it, and I absolutely loathe stewed tomatoes."