Chapter Twelve
Devlin backed away as if the ring was a snake.
Ramsay said, “Can you tell me how Felton Billows’s ring ended up in your truck?”
“I can’t. I don’t have anything to do with that thing being there. What use do I have for a diamond ring?” Devlin’s eyes narrowed.
Ramsay said, “Well, I didn’t think you’d want to wear it, Devlin. But maybe you were looking to sell it. Something like this, you might have thought could bring in a good deal of money. Besides, Felton owed you backpay. Maybe you thought this was one way of getting your money.”
Devlin didn’t seem to have any idea of the true value of the ring. “She didn’t owe me that much money. Wouldn’t have been right.”
Ramsay asked, “When was the last time you saw this ring?”
Devlin was starting to perspire. “I don’t know. When
