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“Son of a . . .” I dove into the pool, swimming down toward the middle. As I swam closer, I could see the design was made to look like a sun with sunbeams flaring in every direction. It was the necklace. It had to be. I reached for it, but it was set in a homemade tile. Recently added, by the looks of it.
I swam to the surface. “It’s the necklace. I need something to pry the tile.”
Mrs. Miller’s eyes widened as she dashed into the house.
“Mya!” I shouted from the pool. “Call Remy! Tell him to come immediately. We found it!”
Before long, Mrs. Miller returned with a very large butcher knife. I’m supposed to swim with this?
Frankie, Mya, and Gwen gathered to watch as I dove back under. Using the knife to pry the tile loose, it popped out quickly. I swam to the side of the pool with t
