"He wouldn't have paid for it with Nick's credit card, but buying and returning jewelry might have given him the cash," said Michael.

"That's what I'm thinking. I bet he has a bank account in the UK somewhere," said Carl.

"If he didn't close it after Georgia got out of school," said Jackie. "I wonder how he thought he could keep her quiet after she graduated."

"A car wreck would have kept her quiet," Michael scoffed.

Carl got up and went to the kitchen to make a fresh pot of coffee. "Or he made sure she couldn't find out who her parents are, and isn't worried about her turning up."

"I sure hope that's what happened," Jackie said. "It's better than being dead. The thought of the Connelly getting all that money turns my stomach."

"You're probably just hungry?" said Michael. "We having dinner or not?"

Jackie put a hand on her hip. "Did you break an arm, Michael? Have you forgotten how to call room service?"

"You're right," he said. He got up and walked to the courtesy phone on a table in the living room. "What'll you have, ladies and gents?"

"Pizza," Jackie said, "two thick slices loaded with everything."

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"A girl after my own heart," said Michael.

Carl poked his head out of the kitchen and raised his hand. "I'll have the same with a boat load of root beer. I'm sick of coffee."

"Here's something odd," said Jackie staring at her computer. "Mathew picks up a prescription every month."

"In which country?"

"This one. He comes home around the time Laura's twenty-thousand dollars comes due, and picks up the prescription at the same time."

"I hate that man," said Carl, returning to the table.

In the living room, Michael finished giving room service their order, and went back to the table as well. "I say we put a GPS chip in his arm, so we know where he is. He is one sneaky dude."

"In his arm?" Carl asked.

Michael grinned, "Well, I doubt he would willingly wear an ankle bracelet."

"How do you propose we do that?" Jackie asked.

"He plays handball at the country club, right?" Michael asked. "Maybe Austin could get Carl in."

"If Mathew is in town," said Jackie. She picked up her cellphone, found Austin's number in her speed dial and put the phone on speaker.

"Jackie, any news?" Austin asked.

"Not yet. Do you know where Mathew is?"

"Still at home I suppose, unless he took the first flight out last night. Oh wait, I just got another email from his lawyer. Mathew is suing the estate again, so he must still be in town."




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