“Not yet. I heard them talking about a dock, but we don't know the location or what's going on there. Check out the photo, Erma." One of her minions handed his phone to Erica.

Erica enlarged the pic he took, the result of clandestine activity. She looked at it, but didn't recognize anyone. When she was about to give the phone back to the man, her gaze fell on a particular woman in that photo.

“Wait. Who's that?" She immediately enlarged the photo and re-centered it. Erica looked carefully at the woman holding a man's arm. The woman looked familiar, but she just couldn't figure out why

She spent more time looking at it, and the longer she stared, the more the woman resembled Noreen

She gave the phone back to the man, took out her own and called

Chantel.

"Hey, it's me. You busy now she asked.

“No, I just finished a shoot. I'm on my way back." Chantel leaned against the back of the seat wearily. She'd taken on too much work to handle. Fortunately, the day after tomorrow was her day off. She could visit her son.

“Any idea what Noreen is up to, by chance?"

Hearing her mention Noreen, Chantel shook her head and said, “When we humiliated her on the cruise ship, Noreen and I have become mortal enemies. I haven't even so much as bumped into her in forever.”

She really hadn't given her a second thought. She had no clue what TV shows she was on or interviews she gave.

“Here's the thing-I ended up at that bar thanks to the intel my brother gave you. Our people snapped a pic of the group. One of them looked like Noreen, but I'm not sure. She wore shades, and it was dark out. I figured you might have more contact with her than I do," Erica explained.

Gifford told Chantel where this group of thugs was, and she told Erica.

It was a rather efficient information pipeline.

“I'LL have someone look into it." With something to take her mind off show business, Chantel cheered up quickly.

Erica nodded, "Ask my brother. Your hubby is pretty good at sussing these things out!"

Chantel sighed and answered, “Let me have a crack at it first."

“Okay. I can't wait to find out what you turn up.”

If her suspicions were confirmed that Noreen was one of those people in the photo, things would be much easier.

After the two ended their call, Chantel asked her agent first, "Do me a favor. There's an actress, Noreen, that I want to talk to. Can you find out what she's doing tonight? If she's taping, I can catch her afterwards."

“I'LL try. But no guarantees.” The agent made a few calls, but no one knew.

Chantel had no choice but to call Gifford.

The phone rang twice before someone picked up.

“It's me. You home now?" the man asked.

"No," she answered. Chantel was a little nervous talking to him.