I let him talk. I stepped inside, sat down at his kitchen table, and set my hands flat on the surface.
He registered something was off mid-sentence and let the question trail away.
“What’s wrong?” he said, pulling out the chair across from me.
He registered something was off.
“I need to ask you something, and I need you to be honest with me, Dan.”
“Okay.” He settled in, still relaxed, still performing casually. “What’s going on?”
“Mom’s necklace,” I probed. “The green stone pendant she wore her whole life. The one she asked me to bury with her.”
He blinked. “What about it?”
“Will’s fiancée was wearing it.”
Something moved behind his eyes. He leaned back and crossed his arms. “That’s not possible. You buried it.”
“I thought I did,” I said. “So tell me how it ended up in someone else’s hands.”
