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money?”
    â€œHer brother is the vice-president of a regional bank in Georgia.”
    Lowell nodded to himself. “That’s where you’ll find the trail. Act quickly or the money will be transferred offshore. I suspect that her brother will give notice, and they both will disappear forever. What’s the brother’s name, and what bank does he work for?”
    â€œSoutheastern Mutual. His name is John Collins.”
    Lowell wrote down the information. He’d have Mort find the brother’s birth date and then look at the charts anew.
    Buddy was upset, though his voice kept its melodic lilt. “I’m going to confront her right now.”
    Lowell tugged on his ponytail. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you. You’ll alert her to your suspicions and force her to move more quickly. Instead, contact the FBI. Let them know what’s going on and ask for an audit on the bank.”
    â€œWe don’t want this made public. Our company is a family business with a squeaky clean image to uphold. Publicity would be a disaster.”
    â€œMore so than your retirees losing their pensions?”
    Buddy clicked his tongue against his teeth. “Damn it. No, I suppose not. Okay, I’ll contact the Feds. You’ll stay on top of it too, won’t you?”
    â€œYes,” said Lowell, “until the money is either recovered or obviously lost. My associates and I will follow up on leads and do what we can to help.”
    After Lowell hung up, he looked at the bookkeeper’s chart again. He was quite sure she was the one. The 3rd house of siblings was ruled by an afflicted Jupiter in her chart showing the lack of restraint or boundaries in her sibling. The brother’s chart would tell him more.
    ***
    At about three in the afternoon, Sarah buzzed. “Mort’s on line two and he sounds excited.”
    Lowell picked up the phone and Mort started right in. “We’re just leaving the hospital in New Brunswick. You might need this info ASAP. Found a sympathetic worker in the records department and she made me a copy of Williamson’s original birth certificate.”
    â€œGood work. How did you manage it?”
    Mort chuckled. “I said I worked for an insurance company and had a large check to deliver, and needed proof of Williamson’s birth. The woman was suspicious at first, but when I told her there was a hundred-dollar cash reward for any information, she was most helpful.”
    Lowell smiled. “So what have you got?”
    â€œBorn March 4th, 1965, confirming the date I gave you.”
    â€œTime?”
    â€œ10:03 a.m. eastern standard time.”
    â€œWhere are you now?”
    â€œWe’re heading back to the office. At the moment we’re on the Jersey Turnpike and it looks like we’ll get stuck at the entrance to the Holland Tunnel. But I’ll crank up the Stones, so it’s fine. And I’ll work on the wife’s information from here.”
    â€œLet me know when you’re here.” Lowell was about to hang up. “Oh, I made some headway into The Happy Snappy Marshmallow Company case. We’re going to have to move on that soon if we want any chance of recovering the missing funds.”
    â€œIt’s the bookkeeper, isn’t it?”
    â€œYou’re right on the money, Mort. Listen, stay on the line while I punch in the good doctor’s birth information and see if it jibes with what you feel.”
    â€œWill do, Boss.”
    Lowell entered Williamson’s information into his Solar Fire program. “He’s a strange duck. The birth time gives him a four-degree Gemini rising. This is quite a chart, especially for someone in the medical profession. He has five planets and Chiron in Pisces, ruler of medicine, as well as music and fine art. I wouldn’t be surprised if Dr. Williamson plays an instrument or paints, and probably quite well.”
    Lowell paused to review the chart in his