Chapter 3
“This is only a scouting excursion,” Amery said late the following Saturday night. “Unless, of course, we get lucky and they do keep the necklace in a safe, not at a bank.”
“Presuming they haven’t taken it with them. The gala in Aspen is for the social elite. Mrs. Newell might want to show it off.”
“We’ll check the Aspen society pages tomorrow morning. Not that it’ll do us any good at that point. They should be home tomorrow night. Right now, let’s get our butts in gear and find out what we’ll be dealing with.”
They got out of the car, after putting on latex gloves and retrieving their messenger bags from the trunk, then made the two-block walk to the Newells’ home. They circled the house, around to the alley. There were security lights blazing in the back yard, but no lights
