It’s not an hour before her boss calls for her, screaming in a voice only a banshee could love.“Bancroft! Get in here!”Elena shuffles toward the...corner office, head held high and expecting the worst.“You called?”“Bancroft, are you busy?”“No ma’am, I’m—““Good.” The tall blond cuts her off. “I’ve got a job for you.”“What kind of job?”The fortyish woman’s emerald eyes gleam slyly. Elena glances at the name plate on her desk. KATYE LEWIS. Her parents must have been beatniks to give her such a. I should check on Lena," she said.I called Trish first. She had taken Steph with her and they picked up a few more things then went back to my place. She told me she was working on her tan and Steph was more at ease than she had been in a long time. I reassured her that I was still only a phone call away and we hung up.Tamara must have heard me say goodbye and called out, "John, Lena wants to know if she and Christina can use your pool?" I don't mind, but Trish and her daughter are staying at. She told them to get dressed and go down to the kitchen where Simon was brewing up some strong coffee."Oh Lord, can't we have a shower of something first. I smell like a cess pit," said the one who wasn't Tracy."No, get your coffee and then you can have a nice walk in the sunshine and clear your heads while you walk home. You can clean yourselves up there."Tracy said, "You're just the subby maid, I'll ask your boss about the shower if it's OK with you."Babs reached in her pocket and pulled out. "Well then," she said. "Let's go look it over, shall we?"She retrieved a key from a lockbox attached to the water pipe and let them in through the double doors. The owners — a cardiac surgeon and his wife — had divorced three months before and were selling the house as part of the settlement. Both of them had long since moved out and taken all of their furnishings with them.They walked through the interior. The downstairs contained a formal living room, a formal dining room, a regular living.