“I’ve flown a Cirrus with the Garmin 1000 panel,” she said, “so it’s not entirely foreign to me.” By the time they landed in Santa Fe she had the rudiments down.

They took a rental car and drove out to Tano Norte. “I’ve been out here for dinner once,” Stone said, “and it’s a beautiful house, built by a woman with the reputation of being Santa Fe’s top designer/builder.” Fifteen minutes later they arrived and were greeted by Laurence and Theresa and shown into the guesthouse.

“The air is wonderful,” Jinx said, inhaling deeply.

“It’s also very thin. We’re at seven thousand feet here, so don’t overexert or drink too much until you’ve acclimated.”

“And how long does that take?”

“A day or two, for most people. Don’t go jogging.”

“I suppose I have to give up sex until then.”

“Certainly not. Sex is always good for you, no matter what the elevation.”

They had a nap, then turned up in the main house at six, for a tour and cocktails.

“It looks like you’ve lived here for a long time,” Jinx commented to Theresa.

“That’s the fault of our builder, Sharon Woods. She furnished the place, right down to the bedding and towels.”

They visited the bar for drinks, went into the living room, then Theresa took Jinx into the kitchen to get some canapés.

Stone and Laurence sat down on the living room sofa, and Laurence took out his iPhone. “There’s something I want to show you,” he said, switching on the phone. “Thanks to you I now have a hotshot security system both here and in New York. Mike Freeman’s people called me early this morning to tell me I had had an intruder at the Fairleigh in the wee hours. They put together a little video to show me.”

He went to a website and started the video, for which images from different cameras had been pieced together. It began just inside the front door of the apartment: the front door opened and a large man stepped inside and looked around, his face in the shadows. Then lights came on, and the image froze momentarily.

“Do you know him?” Stone asked.

“I do not, but he looks like that guy from the Three Stooges.”

“Curly.”

“Yes, but meaner-looking.”

“You’re right about that.”

The video continued as the man moved from room to room. He was searching Marge’s office, when something spooked him, and he ran for the door. Moments after he left, two hotel security men entered the apartment, and the video stopped.

“That’s it,” Laurence said. “He was in the apartment for less than two minutes.”

“Didn’t the alarm go off as soon as he entered?”