"Phoebe, it's real—twenty-five million."
Dolores clutched the money, her eyes practically glowing.
I looked at the house in front of us.
"He didn't even sell this place and still managed to get the money together. Looks like he borrowed it from someone."
I sat down calmly.
"Who would lend him that much?" Dolores asked, frowning. "With his reputation, who'd be foolish enough to trust him with that kind of cash on such short notice?"
"Who else? Unfortunately, I'm not the only woman he's ever fooled."
I looked straight ahead, and Dolores guessed the name on my mind.
"You mean Rita? But where would she get that kind of money?"
Drumming my fingers lightly on the armrest, I shared my worst suspicion.
"She works in a luxury boutique. The easiest way? Swap fake items for real o
