byCarly Simmons peered through the large plate glass window of her B&B at the dark clouds of smoke rising above the trees in the valley below. She was thankful that her property perched on a mountaintop separated from the valley by a winding river popular for its speckled trout fishing.
Unfortunately, the little town of Crystal Haven sat in the valley on the other side of the river and for the last two days had been under siege from one of the too-frequent forest fires that plagued the area.
As Carly checked the other windows to be sure they were securely closed to keep out the inevitable smoke drifting up the mountain, she noticed something shiny on the floor next to the front door. Scooping up the object, she recognized a stylish diamond tennis bracelet—one with the price tag still att
