Annie snapped her fingers. “And then after his successful smash-up, he decided to use the same technique on Sykes.”
“We said they ran a tight ship, so it would make sense they would rather pay for him to travel to do the deed rather than bring someone else in on it.”
“Two dump truck accidents. The guy has no imagination.” Maggie chortled.
“It looks like we’ve got the accidents sorted.” Charles grinned. “Is there anything else we need to cover?”
“What are you making for dinner this weekend?” Maggie was being cheeky, but it was a tradition after a mission, provided they pulled it off.
“Suggestions are welcome, but let’s not get too comfortable. We have work to do,” Charles reminded them.
“Roger that,” Maggie quipped.
Myra finished with, “Maggie, meet me at my hotel. We’ll pick up Yoko and Izzie and then head to the airport. Sorry, Sisters, but we’re going to have to fly commercial.” Everyone feigned whining and crying.
“Boo-hoo. But, if everything goes as planned, can we upgrade?”
Annie laughed out loud. “My treat!”
“Are we ready?” Myra asked.
A resounding cry blasted through the speakers of their laptops: “Ready!”
Nikki was the last one to salute Lady Liberty and climb the stairs.
Charles followed her up to the kitchen. “Nikki? Everything alright?”
She let out a sigh. “You know how Jack feels about this kind of stuff.”
“Fancy a cuppa?” Charles lifted the tea kettle.
“Thanks, but I should get home. I have some ’splaining to do.” Nikki managed a smile. “And I have to go over to the stables and get the ketamine.”
“Alright, dear. If you need help sorting this, let me know.”
“Thanks, Charles.” She pecked him on the cheek, patted Lady’s head, and left. She drove her golf cart down the rough paths of the farm that connected their house on the far end. Jack’s car was in the driveway. She straightened up. “You’ve got this,” she assured herself.
Jack was sitting in the library reading. “Hey, hon.” He lifted his head from the book.
Nikki walked over, picked the book from his hands, and placed it on the side table, then climbed in his lap.
“I think I like this,” he said as he nuzzled her neck.
Nikki stiffened slightly. “What’s wrong? Everything alright?” He lifted her chin and turned her face toward his.
“The Sisters are on a mission. We need your help.”
Jack let out a very long breath of air. “Shoot.”
Nikki explained in great detail, starting from Theresa’s registered letter to the cadavers in the basement.
“That is quite a bizarre story. Do you know who is behind all of this?” he asked easily.
“Senator Spencer Gerber and Congressman Maxwell Hawthorne.”
Jack did a double take. “I never liked that Gerber dude. Way too full of himself. Hawthorne? He seemed okay, but his wife was always flitting about, pretending she’s part of the Washington elite. I’d think being married to her is punishment enough.” He managed a laugh. “But are you sure you want to take these people down?”
“If not us, then who?” Nikki tossed out a rhetorical question.
