with no word from Winston. Do we have a deal?” The offer of help – even the delayed offer of help – seemed to calm Lucy. Her whole body relaxed as she stepped through the door onto the front porch. “Thank you, Lady Margaret. Thank you.” “Don't thank me just yet.” Maggie leaned against the door frame. “There's no case yet.” “Oh, there will be.” Lucy tried to straighten up her disheveled hair and clothes. “There will be.” Once Lucy was gone, Maggie shut the door. Something about Lucy’s story and her behavior seemed, well, off to Maggie. She kept an eye on the drive way and once Lucy had driven away she left the room to go to her computer. There was bound to be information about Barclays UK stock online. Maggie knew if she could find out what the connection was she was certain she could tell Lucy and put this horrible question behind them. She was a natural sleuth and wasn’t about to let the question of what happened to Winston just fade into the background. Not when his life could be at stake. As she stated before, a lot could happen in the matter of twelve hours. Maggie wasn't willing to find out what exactly 'a lot' translated in Winston's case. “And more Lucy was beside herself with worry,” Maggie muttered to herself as she started sleuthing online. You could find just about anything online as long as you knew where to look. Maggie started out by looking for information on Winston's stock. Barclays UK was a rather large organization, and in some regions, branches went out into debt collection. If someone owed a large amount of money and saw Winston as their enemy, that would be an excellent motivator to cause him harm. Maggie’s excitement at finding a possible motive evaporated the longer she searched online. As much as she dug and searched into that side of the business, she kept hitting brick walls. Barclays protected their inside information tighter than Fort Knox. Frustrated, she got up and paced around her office. Why was there little to nothing to be found? Was everything locked up in restricted files? Fat chance of getting clearance to that unless she made nice with an employee. “Now there's a thought,” she said out loud. Who could she find that worked in that department of the firm. Whoever was working in that part of the business would want to keep a low profile as debt collectors were often frowned upon as much as tow-truck or repossession companies. She couldn’t think of anyone who liked to advertise their efforts or their success in that regards. It would be easy for some disgruntled person to try to cause them harm. Despite the bad guy persona, repossession and debt collecting was a lucrative enterprise that existed since before the Roman Empire and would continue to exist long after they were all gone. Is that what happened to Lucy's husband? Could Winston be involved in debt collection and a disgruntled person harmed him?
Chapter 3 Lucy Broad sighed as she returned to her home in Federal. She really didn’t want to go home after Winston had gone missing. She didn’t want to deal with the stares and whispers she knew would follow. The stares and comments would include pity, disgust, wonderment, and comments about her marriage to Winston. It made her sick just thinking about it. Was it so hard for everyone in town to accept that Winston chose her? Sure, he could have had his pick of women – he probably still could – but he chose her. Lucy knew how lucky she was. She didn't need everyone reminding her that they thought Winston was just bidding his time until something or someone better came along. Lucy let her shoulders slouch as she pulled into her drive way. At least Maggie was kind to her. It seemed like no one else was willing to extend her that same courtesy during this trying time. Climbing out of her car, Lucy headed towards the door