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“Please don’t shoot. I’d hate to leave blood stains on Ian’s plush white carpeting,” I said, recognizing the voice. I flipped on the switch and beamed at Mya. “Where the hell have you been?”
She squealed and raced over. “How did you know I was here? I’m so glad you came! I’ve been going out of my mind all by myself.”
“Is everything okay?” Frankie asked from the top of the stairs. “I still have knives up here.”
“Frankie, Mya is here!”
He bounded downstairs. “Where in the hell have you been?” he repeated my question. “Do you know we had to drive here with Muffin because you bailed?”
“We could have left her home. It was your idea to bring her.”
“My plan is perfect. You’ll see.” He turned to Mya. “Now, tell us everything. Do you know where the necklace is?”
“What necklace?”
“The on
