Chapter Seventeen
“Get me a warrant for the Lowes surveillance footage. She was here. It appears she was going to get a tidy sum, and she was apparently advanced a thousand dollars.” He held up the plastic bag of jewelry to show Harold, who had his hand on the hood of the Kia as Suzanne tucked Arnie, whom he could hear fussing, into the car seat.
“You want me to take this and log it in as evidence?”
Suzanne closed the back door and headed toward him, conflicted, likely not wanting to believe Reine could have done it. “That makes absolutely no sense, Marcus. Are you sure it was her? You have to be wrong. There has to be another explanation.”
He dragged his gaze back to Harold, because it appeared his sister was one step from walking into the jewelry store he’d just walked out of. Taking
