Charles continued. “With Myra and Annie bouncing about, I had to find something to occupy myself during the downtime.”
“Ah, while we wait for information?” Fergus was referring to their global operatives, and of course, the Sisters when they were on a mission.
“Precisely.”
“Speaking of information, Annie mentioned Lizzie might have something to share?” Fergus asked.
“Evidently Lizzie received a phone call from one of her friends. Something about Sunnydale.”
“The old fogies place?”
“Shush. Myra almost gave me a thrashing when I called it that earlier.”
“I see their ads on the telly.”
“Yes. Quite posh. Looks like a resort. Myra is doing a little digging before Lizzie gets here. Annie is leaning in.”
Fergus shot a look at Charles. “Does this mean …”
“In all probability, yes. Lizzie wouldn’t want a sit-down with Myra and Annie unless it was important.”
“Roger that.” Fergus finished his part of the job. “Now what?”
“Garlic. Smash up a few cloves, then toss them in that large bowl, add a few tablespoons of extra virgin olive oil, ground pepper, and a dash of salt.”
“Aye, aye,” Fergus said, and snickered. “If the old guard could see us now. A couple of Chef Boyardees.”
“You are truly dating yourself, mate.”
“Wolfgang Puck? Gordon Ramsay?”
“Much better. Au courant.”
Annie and Myra checked to see if there were any reviews of Sunnydale online. There were several. All glowing. “Let’s go back to that video of the aerial view,” Annie suggested.
“What’s on your mind?” Myra asked.
“The arrangement of the buildings. Probably nothing, but the extended care facility is a good distance from the retirement community, and the farthest from the main road.”
“Yes. I see that. What of it?”
“If someone has to get to a hospital, it’s a longer drive to the building. Almost isolated.”
Myra peered closer. “I see what you mean. Assisted Living is a bit closer to the main grounds, and the urgent care and rehab is the first building. And look.” Myra pointed to a very narrow road that ran behind the long-term care building. “Where does that lead?”
“Can’t tell. Looks like a service road,” Annie said.
“But to where?” Myra mused.
“The video and photos don’t go past the main entrance of that building.”
“Do you think it’s on purpose, or were they just focusing on the lavish parts of the facility?”
“Considering you and I don’t trust much of what is put forward, criminal thoughts are emerging.” Annie wiggled her eyebrows.
Lady and her pups stood at attention. “Must be Lizzie.” Seconds later, Myra heard a car pull into the driveway and go around to the back. Everyone in their inner circle used the kitchen door as their main entrance.
Lizzie rapped lightly on the door, more as an announcement, not waiting for someone to greet her. As long as the door was unlocked, there was no need to stand on ceremony. “Hi, everyone!” Lizzie’s bright smile matched her cadence.
