“Annie said she was going to mention that to Charles. I’m thinking it’s already in the planning stage unless his hackers are better than your guy.”

“Trust me, no one is better than my guy. So, do we hire some dicks or let Charles handle it? I wonder how many entrances and exits there are.”

Kathryn rolled her eyes. “I don’t have a clue. Parking garages have all kinds of exits. Didn’t you say Charles’s people know the makes and models of their cars?”

Maggie shrugged. “I’m pretty sure, so that’s another avenue his people can pursue. I think it would be better if you call Charles, Kathryn. Ask him to stake some dicks in the garage area. He views me as stepping on his turf when I think outside the box.”

Kathryn yawned elaborately. “The morning will be time enough. You look as tired as I feel. C’mon, I’ll help you clean up.”

“What’s up with Lizzie?” Maggie asked, finishing the last of her glass of milk.

“Other than making Cosmo a happy camper, not much. Just wait five minutes, and that will change. Do you think she’ll take the job as chief White House counsel? And what effect do you think that would have on Connor’s giving the Sisters the pardons she owes us?”

“Nothing at this point in time. Having said that, I think Martine has a plan down the road. The last time we had a personal chat, she said something about putting the wheels in motion in regard to those pardons.”

Kathryn nodded. “What time do you get up?”

“Five o’clock. You can sleep in. I’ll make arrangements to get a car for you. I’ll call and tell you where it’s parked, okay? Night, Kathryn.”

“Night, Maggie.”

Chapter 15

Lizzie Fox was opening her front door to head for her office when her BlackBerry came to life. She stopped, and walked back to the kitchen as she said hello to her husband. “You’re running late this morning, Cricket?”

There was a smile in her voice that Cricket couldn’t help but hear. He responded in kind. “I am, but I can’t start my day without talking to you before I go out the door. I have news, no smoking guns, but you might find it useful.”

“Fire away,” Lizzie said as she fixed herself the last of the coffee. “You never know, Cricket, I might be able to turn whatever your news is into a smoking gun. Let’s hear it.”

“I spoke with Damon Finn, he’s on the third or fourth tier of the Chase credit card division. I hate to admit this, but I had to bribe him to get the information he was willing to part with, and, like I said, it isn’t much. Two years ago they, meaning Chase, had a promotion for their people for signing up new accounts, then they brought them all here to Vegas as a thank-you. We met, nothing out of the ordinary, just a meeting. Nice guy. His people were nice, no drunkenness, no rude behavior. That’s all I had to go on when I spoke to him. I laid it out, told the truth, and promised him and his wife a week at the Babylon, fully comped, plane fare, food, chips for $100 a day. I’m not sure his information is worth what it cost us, but I’ll let you be the judge.