Ten minutes later, Myra came out of the bathroom. She was wearing silky pajamas with butterflies all over them, a long-ago birthday gift from Nikki. She sat down on the edge of her bed and looked across at Annie, who was taking off her shoes. “I like it that there are two beds in this room. I hate sleeping in a strange place by myself.”

“Me, too.” Annie yawned. “Myra, wouldn’t it be wonderful if our Lizzie found herself pregnant and had a little girl? A boy would be nice, too, but a little girl is kind of special. I wonder if she’d let us both be the baby’s godmothers?”

Myra started to cry. Annie swiped at her own eyes. “It never goes away, does it, Myra?”

Myra shook her head no. She swiped at her eyes. “We shouldn’t talk about sad things before we go to sleep. Has anyone heard from Maggie?”

Annie reached for a tissue from the box on the nightstand that sat between the two beds. “Not that I know of. I wonder if we should call her and ask her to have her…you know, that person who…uh…helps her out from time to time, and ask him if he could somehow find out if we’re right and there’s another residence here at the Watergate that belongs to Bonnie and Clyde. It might take Charles a while to find out. If her person can do it quicker, he doesn’t have to know we asked her. I know, I know, we’re undermining him, but we’re wasting valuable time that could be put to better use if Maggie’s guy can come up with something.”

Myra whirled around. “And you want to do this now? I thought you said you were sleepy.”

Annie marched into the bathroom, where she took out her cell phone and called Kathryn, who was staying at Maggie’s place, told her about what they had discovered, and asked her about trying to get Maggie to have her guy find out where Bonnie and Clyde were really burrowing. When she returned, she was wearing a granny nightgown that covered her from head to toe. “I was tired when I said it, but now my brain is whirling and twirling. I just called Kathryn at Maggie’s to bring her up to speed. She said she’d talk to Maggie when she got home.

“I wonder how much money I made at my casino today. Myra, are you listening to me?”

“I am,” Myra said as she massaged a thick, gooey night cream all over her face.

“You should rub some of that on your ass, old girl.”

“Annie!”