“I am going to take a stroll at some point today and check, scrape some of it off. I’ll use a flimsy excuse if anybody asks. Something like, ‘I was admiring your fleet.’”
“Compliments usually work well,” Myra added.
Fergus spoke next. “We checked into Edith Clayton’s background. She is divorced. Husband left her for a stripper over a decade ago.”
Izzie smirked. “Why am I not surprised?”
“But here’s some very interesting information. Edith Clayton’s maiden name is Turner.”
“As in Janet Turner?” Myra’s mouth went agape.
“One in the same,” Fergus answered. “But that’s not all.” He grinned and raised his eyebrows.
Everyone looked into their cameras. “What? What is it?”
“Our dear Janet and grumpy Edith are related to Spencer Gerber.” He paused to let it sink in.
“The senator?” Maggie asked.
“Yes. Senator Spencer Gerber.”
“That seems to be such a strange combination. Where are they originally from?” Myra asked.
“Arizona.”
“Then it makes sense for Turner to work there, as far as employment,” Izzie said.
“So how did Edith end up in Florida?” Myra wondered.
“She moved there when the facility opened,” Charles informed them.
“That smacks of some kind of connection.” Maggie’s investigative neurons were firing up.
“Do you suppose Senator Gerber called in a few favors to keep his aunties employed?” Izzie asked.
“That is a very good possibility. But we still have yet to discover who the real owners of the properties are,” Fergus replied.
“Could the senator be involved somehow?” Maggie suggested, as her wheels were turning.
“That is a very good question. The other question is, how do we find out?” Myra asked.
“We’re putting Avery Snowden on the international accounts. He has a lot of connections in the Caymans.”
“So does Annie,” Fergus said, then paused. “But we need her to concentrate on the Arizona site. We’ll dig a little deeper on our end, as well. Those offshore accounts are a bear to unravel.”
“Alright. I think we know what we need to do over the next two days,” Myra said. “Maggie, you see Jeremy. I’ll be going to Sunnydale later this morning. Izzie, you have your assignment, and Yoko, you’ll slink around the dump trucks.”
“Right!” Charles nodded. Fergus did the same.
Then came the women’s war cry: “Whatever it takes!”
Everyone signed off and readied themselves for the day ahead.
Maggie was delirious from lack of sleep and jumping time zones two days in a row, but in typical Maggie fashion, it seemed to pump her up even more. Myra wondered if it was the combination of salt and sugar.
Two hours later
Sunnydale, Florida
