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had legal access to those accounts when the transfers were made."
                  "So, we're basically out of luck? That's what you're saying?" Sloane interrupted. "How can she do this to us?"
                  "Shh, let him finish," Candice said. "I'm sorry, Mr. Seton, go ahead."
                  He cleared his throat. "I've also tracked some credit card charges to your mother's cards to Brazil."
                  "Brazil?" Sloane said, her voice rising to almost a shout.
                  Candice shot her sister a dirty look and rolled her eyes. Jeez, Sloane could be so dramatic at times.
                  "Yes, Brazil," Mr. Seton confirmed.
                  "Good. So that means we can go get her. We can have her arrested," Sloane said.
                  "Arrested for what?" Candice asked. "She technically hasn't done anything illegal."
                  "Candice is correct. Plus, Brazil doesn’t have an extradition policy with the U.S. so even if she had committed a crime, there's nothing we can do about it."
                  Sloane groaned and flopped down on Candice's bed.
                  "Thank you, Mr. Seton," Candice said, feeling Sloane's frustration and angst. "We'll be in touch if we need anything else."
                  "What are we going to do?" Sloane whined.
                  Candice took a deep breath. "The same thing we were going to do two weeks ago. We're going to manage ourselves." It sounded so easy, but truth be told, Candice was in over her head. Sure, she'd taken her finals and managed to not get kicked out of school, but that didn't prepare her for what had to be done. They needed help.
                  "We don't know the first thing about managing ourselves, Candice. We missed the last job we had because of everything that happened. And we have no idea what Geraldine had lined up after that."
                  Sloane was right. When they really broke it down, things seemed hopeless. "You said Jason took care of that, though, right? He knew the photographer."
                  "Yeah, he did. What good does that do us for figuring out our next job though?"
                  Candice paced in her room. When did Sloane become so pessimistic? Taking a deep breath, she said, "Okay, we go to Geraldine's house and go through her office. Surely there has to be something there that will point us in the right direction."
                  "Good idea. Let's go."
    *****
                  Sloane sat back in the leather, executive style chair and sighed as she looked around. The office was trashed. Not that it had been very clean when they'd arrived, but it was much worse now. "We've been here over an hour. There's nothing here."
                  Candice plopped down on the couch and nodded. "I can't believe there's nothing here. No date book, calendar, rolodex, sticky notes…nothing. Either Geraldine took everything with her, or she just never kept any records."
                  "My money is on the first option. I hate to say it, sis, but we've been played by our own mother."
                  "Yeah, some mother," Candice grumbled, looking dejected and hurt.
     
     

CHAPTER ELEVEN
                  Several more weeks passed and the girls were barely keeping their heads above the water. They had no record of any upcoming jobs so they weren't working. And no work meant no income. They had decided, reluctantly, that they had to cut down costs. So, they cancelled their private jet, cancelled their regular town car service, moved into one apartment together, and cut back on frivolous spending on clothes, shoes, and handbags. Life sucked. Sloane was miserable. Candice spent a lot of extra time at college, studying, learning how to manage them while Sloane spent a lot of time either