Emma didn't move after Damien said it was Richard.
She just sat there, processing. Richard. The kind man. The one who'd been nothing but gentle to her. The one who'd helped Damien investigate. The one who'd brought the necklace back.
"Are you sure?" she asked quietly.
"No," Damien said. His voice was hollow. "But it sounds like him. The way he speaks. The authority in his voice."
He closed the laptop without listening to the rest.
"Why didn't you tell me?" Emma asked. "When you first gave me the necklace. Why didn't you just say Richard had it? Why hide that part?"
Damien stood and walked to the window. It was raining now, the kind of heavy rain that made the world look grey and washed out.
"Because I needed time," he said finally. "To process it. To understand what having the neckl
