“I promise. It might be a little too late, but I'll do whatever I can to help fix what you've done,” I said, playfully slapping his thigh as a show of support. “Talk to me.”
“That's just the thing. I already tried to fix it years ago and look what's happened.” Gabriel grunted, jumped up from the couch, and walked toward the front door. “I didn't steal the jewelry eight years ago. I know people suspect me, but I'm innocent.”
“I'm glad to hear it. Why do you think they suspect you?”
“Because I know who did. And that person forced me to get more involved than I needed to be.” Brow furrowed and eyes focused, he paced the living-room floor.
“I know what happened in San Francisco at the pawn shop.” I should have waited for my brother to share when he was ready, but I wanted answers.
“What?
