I wanted to visit my mother one last time. But first, I needed to get back what she left me.
I told the cab driver to turn around and head to the mansion.
My mother's silver cross necklace came from a small church in the slums. Embedded in the center was a white porcelain plaque. On the back, the priest had carved V & E.
When I was 19, Victor took it from me. He said he wanted to keep the half with my name on it. After we got married, he kept it in the top drawer of the heavy mahogany desk in his study. I just had to take it back.
I pushed open the study's double doors.
Victor sat behind the desk, flipping through a stack of casino reports. I walked past him and pulled open the top drawer.
Empty.
"Looking for this?"
I turned. Sofia stepped out of the adjoining lounge. She wore a si
