Vanishing Act - Fern Michaels Sisterhood

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as he calculated the last stamped numbers. He pushed the little stack back toward the woman. She, in turn, deposited them in their nest inside the clutch bag.

      “Well?”

      “There’s over one million dollars on those books.”

      “And I did it all myself. Imagine what we could do together. In five years, we could have a hundred times that amount of money. Offshore, of course. You look nervous,” the woman said.

      The man sipped his champagne. “Only a fool wouldn’t be nervous. I’m not a fool. What you’re saying is that you require my organizational skills to continue, is that it?”

      She hated to admit it, but she said, “Yes, that’s what I’m saying.”

      The man remained silent long enough that the woman had to prod him. “It’s risky,” he said.

      “Everything in life involves risk,” she said, finishing her champagne.

      The waiter approached the table and poured more. She nodded her thanks.

      The man raised his glass, smiled, and clinked it against hers. “All right…partner.”

      “There is one thing,” the woman added. The man’s eyebrows lifted. “This is a five-year project, not one day longer. We need to agree on that right now. On December thirty-first, five years from now, our assets are divided equally. You go your way, I go my way. If you don’t agree to it, there’s no reason for us to stay here to eat the meal we ordered. I’ll leave now, and you can pay the check.”

      “Why five years?”

      “Because that’s my time line, my deadline.”

      The man shrugged. “Okay. Should we shake hands or something?”

      The woman reached into the pocket of her suit jacket and withdrew a tape recorder that was no bigger than a credit card. She smiled. “It’s on record. We don’t need to shake hands. Oh, look, here comes our food!”

      An hour later, just as they were finishing their meal, the man asked, “Aren’t you forgetting something?”

      The woman twirled a strand of her hair as she stared across the table at the man she’d agreed to partner with. Her eyes narrowed slightly. “I don’t think so.” She let go of the hair between her fingers and started to crunch up her napkin and gather up her purse.

      “What about the…?”

      The woman froze in position. “Do not go there. I presented the deal to you, and you accepted it. There are no other perks. That’s another way of saying what’s mine is mine. Not yours.”

      The man wasn’t about to give up. “But—”

      “There are no buts. Any other operations I have going on are solely mine. I mentioned them only to show you that the possibilities are endless.” She was fast losing patience with her dinner companion. “Well?”

      The man still wasn’t about to give up. “Can we address this at some later point?”

      “No. This is the end of it.” She could tell by the man’s expression that it was not the end of it. She sighed. Greed was the most powerful motivator in the world. She was on her feet and walking toward the door. Like I’ll really share my little gold mine with someone like him.

      Chapter 1

      The Present

      The day was hot and sultry, the sun blistering in the bright blue cloudless sky. Even the birds that usually chirped a greeting when the Sisters appeared poolside seemed to have gone for cover in the cool, tall pines on Big Pine Mountain.

      “I can’t believe this heat! It’s only July, and we’re on a mountain!” Alexis said as she fanned herself with the book she’d been reading. “It’s a good thing we aren’t on a mission. We’d disintegrate.”

      Nikki stood up, a glorious nymph in a simple one-piece pearl-white swimsuit, and headed for the diving board. “Don’t even say the word ‘mission,’ Alexis. We’re on hiatus. My brain has gone to sleep,” she shouted over her shoulder.

      The Sisters watched Nikki as she danced her way to the end of the diving board. She bounced up, then hit the water, barely making a ripple. A perfect dive that would have been the envy of any Olympic diver who might have seen it.

      After Nikki—a glorious bronzed creature—surfaced, she swam to the far side of the pool, climbed out, and walked back to the chair that sat under a monster outdoor umbrella. She immediately started to lather on an SPF 35 sunblock.

      Yoko appeared out of nowhere carrying a huge tray, with plastic cups and a frosty pitcher of lemonade.

      “What’s for dinner?” Kathryn asked.

      “Whatever it is, it better be slap-down delicious,” Annie warned.

      “Then you better get on the stick, my dear, since it is your turn to cook,” Myra said with a straight face.

      The wind taken out of her sails, Annie got up and headed toward the main building. “Don’t you all be talking about my sagging ass while I’m gone,” she tossed back.

      “Don’t worry, dear, when it gets down to your knees it will be time enough to talk about your derriere.”

      The Sisters giggled as Annie flipped her friend the bird and continued her march to the kitchen.

      “Slap-down delicious! I wonder what she’ll whip up,” Isabelle said.

      “Weenies on the grill. Wanna bet? And, she’ll talk the whole time about how slap-down delicious they are,” Yoko said, laughing. “We had weenies twice last week. I hate it when Annie cooks. A very nice shrimp stir-fry with jasmine rice would be nice.”

      “With a light, fluffy lemon pie or maybe a pineapple cake for dessert,” Kathryn said.

      “I’d settle for a corned beef on rye with a ton of mustard,” Nikki said.

      “Well, none of that is going to happen unless we get up, go to the kitchen, and toss those weenies I know she’s going to make down the garbage disposal,” Alexis said.

      “We could go in and help,” Myra said hesitantly.

      “We could, couldn’t we,” Nikki said, making no move to get up.

      No one else moved either.

      No one said a word.

      Because it was suddenly so silent, the Sisters were able to hear the gears of the cable car as it descended the mountain. Suddenly realizing that the cable car was going down, the Sisters looked at one another.

      They moved then as one, racing to the main building, where the gun cabinet was located. Within seconds, Nikki had it opened and was handing each Sister her weapon. In bathing suits and bare feet, they ran out of the building, across the compound, and stopped only when Annie shouted for them to wait as she flew down the steps, gun in hand and a string of hot dogs dangling around her neck.

      “Jack’s in court,” Nikki said. “I just talked to him at lunchtime.”

      “Harry’s at Quantico,” Yoko said.

      “Bert is at the White House having lunch with the president,” Kathryn said.

      Alexis and Isabelle looked at one another and shrugged before Alexis finally said, “Joe Espinosa is on assignment in Baltimore.”

      “Lizzie?” Annie asked.

      “She’s in Las Vegas. She checked in early this morning,” Myra said.

      “Nellie and Elias went to Virginia to see Elias’s new grandchild,” Isabelle said.

      “Then some stranger is on his or her way up the mountain,” Annie, the best shot of them all, said. “Wait a minute, what about Maggie?”

      “She

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