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Tristan responded using Wyatt’s proper title in front of the other men.
    “Make sure you keep in touch. Or I will keep informed using my own means.” He said without so much as breaking stride toward his office.
    “Yes sir, always threatening.” Tristan returned with a slight smile.

THREE

    Tristan’s Porsche 911 maneuvered the highway with ease. Driving gave him the time he needed to work through the last few days’ events, still trying to fit the pieces together. His cell phone lit up and he tapped the screen on his dashboard. “Hey Jack, what’s up?”
    “I tracked an outgoing call from Victory’s cell a few seconds ago. The call oriented from San Francisco, looks like she is at the fairgrounds.”
    “So, it’s a high probability Victory has reached her destination and is meeting up with her sister at the dog show. Question is how long will they stay put?”
    “The show goes for two days. You think they will take off before that?” Jack asked.
    “No telling. Depends on Victory’s state of mind, and Payton’s reaction to what happened to her sister. Thanks Jack, I’ll talk to you soon.” Tristan tapped his screen off, grabbed a Red Bull out of the cooler in his passenger seat, popped the top and turned up the volume on his Phil Collins disk.

    * * *

    Two hours later at a private airstrip outside of Seattle, a black Lincoln Navigator with black tinted windows pulled up to the tarmac where a Cessna 400 sat idling. Two men got out of the Navigator where they were greeted by a third man at the plane.
    “Hey Max, sorry to pull you back from your day off, but we needed a man with your experience on this job.” Dave Anderson walked toward Max, greeting him with an outstretched hand.
    “That’s okay, Dave. The boss said he would pay me double time. So, who are we tracking?” Max asked shaking Dave’s hand.
    “We’ve been trying to locate this Vic. We think she is the woman that Jeffery told Ken he was supposed to meet up with. We located a woman who we believe might be this person. Her name is Victory Winters.”
    “How much does she know?” asked Max.
    “That’s part of the problem, we have no idea. She could be totally in the dark,” said Dave.
    “Come on guys,” Jerry jumped in. “Are we going to stand out here all day shooting the breeze or get on the damn plane?”
    “He’s a little cranky,” Dave snickered. “He thinks someone beat him to Jeff’s condo and searched it before he got there.”
    “I know they did and it was a pro. Couldn’t tell that anything was misplaced, but the hairs on my arms stood up. I’ll bet I just missed him.”
    All three men loaded their bags and got into the aircraft.  Ten minutes later the Cessna taxied down the runway, lifted off and disappeared into the steely gray sky.

    * * *

    Victory arrived at the San Francisco Fairgrounds and was given directions to her sister’s motorhome parking space. She pulled up alongside Payton’s forty-five foot custom-made Prevost. With four sliders, a king size bed, full bath, and washer/dryer, it was everything a girl could ask for. The interior was done in a warm shade of sage with a coffee-colored leather overstuffed sofa and two huge chairs to match. The floor was wall-to-wall light cherry hardwood. There was even a small office where Payton did all her work while she was on the road. She called it her own private island .
    Victory opened the door and was greeted by a big black Doberman madly wagging his short stub of a tail. “Hey there, Parker.” She lovingly rubbed the top of his head. “You holding down the fort? I guess everyone else must be ringside.” As if understanding every word she said, Parker responded with a whine. “I know it’s terrible to be retired. Look at it this way, you get your pick of the furniture while everyone is out.” Victory rubbed his head one last time and closing the door she headed toward the show grounds.
    The show grounds were humming with activity. People were pulling