David raced back to his house and slammed the door behind him.
Jo Crawford ran into the hallway, closely followed by Spencer and. “Any luck?”
David shook his head. “Not yet, but we might have a plan.”
“What did they take him on?”
David swallowed. “Theft. The Framling pearls.” He glanced at Jo. “I take it they searched the house?”
Jo nodded, frowning.
David closed his eyes. “They were in my pocket.”
“Oh, Lord…”
He opened his eyes to find Jo and Spencer staring at him. “You can’t say anything I haven’t already said to myself.” David’s chest was so tight it was hard to breathe.
“So, what’s this plan? What is it? What can I do?” Jo took a practical tone, and David was grateful for her changing the subject. She was a good person. The very best. He quickly appraised them of his conversa
