"That, I do not know either. She is very well composed, drunk or sober."
"I noticed that too," said Michael.
Carl opened the door, went to the dining room table, and started to take several items out of a plastic shopping bag. "Two new novels, which we never have time to read, but I got them anyway."
"Carl, say hello to Austin…our client, remember?"
He left the table and extended his hand to Austin. "Sorry, I shouldn't have…"
"Of course you should have," said Austin. "I would love to get back to reading myself."
"What kind of books do you like?" Carl asked, taking a seat on the sofa.
"Political thrillers mostly," Austin answered.
"Carl likes vampires," Michael scoffed.
Austin chuckled. "Well, someone must. Vampire books sell very well. Any more questions I can answer?"
"I have one," said Jackie. "It appears Mathew makes a trip to the pharmacy near his house once a month. Do you know what kind of prescription he gets?"
"I always assumed it was Laura's blood pressure medicine."
"He does that himself?" Carl asked. "Why not send his driver to pick it up?"
Austin wrinkled his brow. "That is odd. I have no idea why."
Michael didn't like what he was thinking. "That's why Laura goes to the doctor once a week - high blood pressure?"
"As far as I know." Austin stood up. "Anything else?"
Jackie stood up as well and walked him to the door. "We'll call if we have any more questions."
Austin frowned. "I'm a little panicked. We're running out of time."
"I know, but at least we know where she isn't."
"I suppose that helps." Austin gently touched her arm. "No matter how this turns out, I appreciate what you're doing." He nodded, opened the door and walked out.
Jackie quickly closed the door and went to face Michael. "I know that look, what are you thinking?"
"I'm thinking capsules," Michael admitted.
Carl grabbed a handful of peanuts and headed back to the dining room table. "So am I. If they win the inheritance, Laura is as good as dead."
"We don't know that. Let's just find Georgia and then we'll worry about the rest of this mess later."
*
Finally home after work again, Maggie opened the attachment and looked at Bronco's picture again. The temptation to let him take her to dinner was becoming overwhelming, yet she certainly didn't want him to know where she lived. It was too embarrassing. She sighed and decided she would just have to settle for talking to him online.
Sissy3211: You're not home yet?
She was disappointed when he didn't answer right away, but she could wait. She liked looking at apartment listings, and at the expensive houses up for sale, especially the ones that had videos of the inside. She found one with a swimming pool she liked very much and dreamed of living there. Two hours had passed when words finally scrolled across the screen in the chat room.