He would have used an under-cover car but figured it might draw too much attention so he placed a call to the local cab company and while they waited, talked the situation through.
“He’s been pretty damn busy,” Craig pointed out. “Cassy’s car wouldn’t start, and Maggy’s died a couple blocks from the house, it’s why we walked home. When did he have the opportunity? We have a guy staking out the front of the house for Christ sake and they all can’t be incompetent!”
“I’ll call everyone in individually tomorrow, find out if they were distracted for any length of time and by what!” Max’s next call was to the impound yard with explicit instructions.
Arriving at Maggy’s home, Craig wandered, taking in her abode. It struck him as modern, inviting feminine but not frilly. Mostly, it was welcoming. The furniture although modern in design, was comfortable, easy. The light airy accents added zip but weren’t difficult on the eye.
Meanwhile, Maggy made coffee and pulled some ready-made dough from the freezer. Cassy suddenly remembered her drops, “Oh my god, my drops are in the fridge at home.” Craig offered to get promising he’d be back before the coffee was made.
Jogging all the way to Cassy’s, he investigated all the doors and windows. The front and side doors were secure. The overhead light above the glass patio door was out and the glass nearly cut. Using his shirt to unlock it, he entered carefully heading directly to the fridge and after pulling out the drops, hurried back outside.