“No, I couldn’t. I was the only one who knew other than the little Mexican maid. And she was too scared to even look at me. I don’t even know if the maid spoke English because I never heard her speak. She seemed to understand when I told her what she had to do for Amalie, however.”

“And you just walked away and took his money and kept silent.”

“Yes. And I am not proud of it. I did what I could for Amalie. Not that this means anything, but I despise the bastard.”

“Where are the records?” Annie asked.

Symon Mattison pulled a key ring out of his pocket and opened his bottom desk drawer. He pulled out a thick file folder. He stared at it for a long moment, drew a deep breath, and handed it to Myra, who was the closest to him. “What happens now?”

The three women looked at one another. “We can’t tell you that, Doctor. But would you like some advice?” He nodded.

“If I were you, I’d pack up that trophy wife of yours, close down this office, and get the hell out of Dodge. You’re a wealthy man; it’s time for you to give back. Do what you can do medically and expect nothing in return. The advice is free. And the same thing applies to you, Doctor, as the advice we gave to your staff. One word, and we’ll be back. No matter where you go, we can find you. We will find you if you open your mouth about any of this to your buddy Moss.”

“He’s not my buddy, so please stop saying that. Okay, okay, I’ll do what you say.”

“Don’t get up, Doctor, we can find the way out. By the way, nice digs you have here. Should bring a pretty fair amount to your coffers when you put it up for sale. That’s not a suggestion, it’s an order. Remember, we will find you,” Annie said coldly.

Outside in the hot, humid air, the three women looked at one another. “It’s just another nail in Lincoln’s coffin. It pains me to see how thick this file is,” Annie said.

“It went well, all things considered. The man will be on a plane somewhere with or without the trophy wife by this time tomorrow. By Monday morning, this building will have a FOR SALE sign on it, and the staff will be on the unemployment line.” Nikki looked at Myra and Annie to see if they agreed. Both women nodded. Myra yanked at her pearls and removed the lanyard, then stuffed it along with the gold shield into her pocket.

“Let’s go home, girls.”