The door to the apartment opened and a nurse in a white uniform looked at them inquiringly. She was middle-aged and had a no-nonsense look to her. “Yes?”

The NTK man went into his spiel.

“It’s not a problem,” the nurse said. “Mr. Donahue has no known allergies, and I don’t either. Spray away.”

Annie and Myra made check marks on their clipboards. They moved on.

An hour later they all knew the birds had flown the coop, if they had even been there to begin with.

“Now what?” Annie asked.

“Now we separate. You never met me. I never met you. This floor is secure. Good-bye, ladies.”

“He’s watched too many spy movies,” Annie said as she and Myra headed for the elevator.

The other Sisters clustered around Annie and Myra the minute the door closed behind the two women. “Talk to us,” they all babbled at once.

“James Bond II is on his way to wherever he goes after a mission. Whatever-her-name-is got away,” Myra said. “We aren’t sure she was even headed for the sixth floor to begin with. All Charles’s operative saw with his binoculars was her pressing the number 6 on the elevator. She could have gotten out and walked to any floor. This was a big to-do over nothing.”

“So what do we do now?” Alexis asked.

“I say we eat something,” Kathryn said.

“That sounds like a plan,” Nikki said. “Breakfast will be right up. Someone call Maggie and see what’s going on at her end. Isabelle, check in with Lizzie, and, Myra, call the mountain to see what Charles wants us to do.”

Maggie looked at her star reporter and photographer. “I can tell by looking at both of you that neither one of you has anything that’s going to make my blood sing. Why is that, gentlemen?”

“Not so fast, Miss EIC, we do have something. We just don’t know what it is we have,” Ted said.

“No riddles. Either you have something, or you don’t. Do not tease me, I am not in the mood to be teased. Talk to me.”

“You told me to go to the Watergate, so I went. Espinosa got there five minutes after me. We saw Harry Wong roar up on his Ducati, then off he went like a bat out of hell, and he didn’t even see us. That has to mean he saw something we didn’t see and took off. The only thing is, there was nothing going on. Espinosa took some pictures, but it’s going to turn out to be traffic, pedestrians, and not much else.”

“Did either one of you think—mind you, I said think—to call Harry to ask him what was going on and what he might have seen?”