Chapter 3
New Year’s Eve
Days had passed. Actually, it had been over a week. I hadn’t called right away to report the discovery of Sawyer’s necklace as promised, the reason being there was no way the pendant I’d found was the one he had lost three days before Christmas. On the other hand, I didn’t see how it could have been the one he’d given me on the street thirteen years ago, either. I was one hundred percent certain I had not come home with that one. Ash Wednesday had commented on it. He’d touched it. He’d always thought it was cool, and I’d put in in his hand and closed his fingers around it as he died in my arms. “Hold on, Wednesday. Hold on.” But he couldn’t. I’d been torn between letting it go with him and taking it back. It had fallen from his grasp and I’d picked it up and stuc
