“Henry, you need to sleep over before flying again.”

“Yes, sir.”

“About all the issues we discussed regarding Carolina’s place…”

“All done. Except that I also took the initiative of hiring a housesitter-actually, a concierge service-because I barely got to her place before there were people knocking and pounding and calling. She has some frantic relatives.”

“I’ll bet she does. Excellent judgment on getting the concierge service on board.”

“Her sister, particularly, I believe, expected to be let in. Said Carolina had some things that were hers that she was supposed to get-”

“Right.” Maguire didn’t snort. He just thought about it. “If her family has any type of medical financial need, take care of it. Or call me. Otherwise nothing gets removed from her place except for old food in her refrigerator. Her bills and personal business-any crises there?”

“No. I canceled a dentist appointment for next week. And she has a hair appointment next Thursday.”

“Hair.” For the first time Maguire looked up, alarmed. “You know how women are about hair.”

“Not exactly, sir.”

“Nothing puts women in a bad mood faster than a bad-hair day. I don’t even know what a bad-hair day is, exactly, but if that’s a source of stress, we have to fix it.”

“How, sir?” Henry asked.

“Damned if I know.” Maguire dived into the next stack of files. “Any men calling her?” he asked casually.

“Yes, sir, I told you-”

“I mean besides dentists and drugstores and insurance salesmen. The other kind of men. Boyfriends. Relationships.”

“I don’t think so.” Abruptly Henry tugged on an ear. “Mr. Cochran, I don’t recall you asking me to notice or collect information on anything regarding boyfriends. I wasn’t looking for that. It never crossed my mind that you wanted me to.”