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two are phantoms. They haven’t been caught for theft since Simon was released from prison. They never use the same name twice. We’re going to have to track down their associates. Someone gives them fake IDs, or knows where they hide.”
    Maggie entered the room, looking pasty and wan. She gave a halfhearted smile as she made her way to her seat.
    “So, we know the facts,” Reese said as he straightened in his seat at the head of the table. Vicky watched as Luke reached over to hold his wife’s hand. Maggie gave her a quick wink before turning her attention to Reese.
    “While we have no evidence to tie the Maxwells to Orla Kruger’s attack, we believe they could be responsible, probably because Orla could identify them as the last patients of Dr. Kruger, and she’s seen their new faces. Unfortunately, any evidence of Orla’s attack was likely destroyed in the house explosion.” Reese turned to Ryan. “Can you tell us what exactly happened?”
    Vicky stopped drawing to listen as Ryan relayed ‘the incident’, and Luke typed notes into his laptop. He stated things calmly, his tone impersonal and matter-of-fact. She steeled herself when he got to the part about finding Orla.
    “Ultimate? Ultimate what?” Drew asked, when Ryan mentioned the bloodstained bath. “What do you think she meant? Ultimate peace in death? Ultimate evil, in reference to her attackers?”
    “Ultima.” Vicky corrected, staring down at her notepad. “The word was Ultima. Not ultimate.”
    “Maybe she...you know, passed out.” Drew shrugged apologetically.
    “She was found alive. Let’s assume she finished what she was trying to write. Any ideas?” Reese asked.
    “Ultima,” Maggie repeated quietly. “Italian for last. Any Italian connection?”
    Vicky shook her head. “No. Her family was German.”
    “Okay, so it’s probably not a personal connection. Which means she was referring to our killers in some way,” said Reese.
    “Well, doing a quick search on Google,” Luke said, looking up from his laptop, “there are any number of references, from fantasy games, to bands, a couples’ resort—it could be anything.”
    Reese leaned forward. “Let’s look at this practically. Two assumed felons, possibly recovering from facial plastic surgery. What do you do?”
    “Travel could be an issue. If they’re still recovering then they probably can’t go too far. Airports have thorough screening, so they’d avoid flying,” Ryan said quietly.
    “That kind of surgery wouldn’t come cheap. They could be broke. Maybe they need a new rich target,” Drew offered.
    “So, they’d need rest and money,” Noah suggested.
    “This couples’ resort looks like a good bet,” Luke said, staring at his screen. “Ultra posh. Listen to this. ‘Power up your career, your relationships, your life,’” Luke read aloud their slogan, then let out a low whistle. “And very, very expensive. They cater to ‘those who require the utmost discretion.’ Rich folks. Very rich, looking at their rates page. They have a fresh intake of couples each week for intensive group, couple and individual counseling and motivation—broken up with massages and spa treatments. There’s a new intake due tomorrow night.”
    “Sounds like a good place to hide during the final stages of recovery for facial surgery,” Drew observed.
    “Or to find your next mark,” Noah commented. “If I was in the habit of robbing from wealthy families, it could be a good place to get close enough to glean some information about their security measures, or get dirt for blackmail.”
    Vicky nodded. That made sense. It could be the perfect hiding spot for the killing couple. Why not kill two birds with one stone? Recover, and set up your next target at the same time?
    “This is an exclusive resort. I think our best approach is to send someone in undercover,” Reese said.
    Vicky nodded in agreement, and she caught Ryan doing the same thing. Usually he was the undercover star,