It started exactly where Lucy thought it would: in the confused, indignant chaos of a room full of well-fed small-town socialites who had suddenly been accused—however politely—of being jewel thieves.
Carter tried to take control. He raised both hands again, palms out, like a traffic cop facing down a riot. “Okay, everyone—check your pockets, your purses, your jackets, anything big enough to hide a necklace. If it turns up, we can all go home and pretend this never happened.”
