Carlos smiled.“Yes, please.I remember those pearls.I wonder where they ended up?”
“Your wife sold them five years ago.”
Her father stiffened.“What?”
“Yes, she took as many of Abuela’s items as she could, and she sold them.The serious stuff is still in your office safe, but I notified the executor, and they tried to reclaim as much as they could.I would have, but I didn’t have any resources, and I couldn’t draw attention to myself.”
He touched her shoulder.“It is fine.We will find them.”
“You don’t really need to.They are just a collection to you.”
“They were my mother’s.I have many memories of her dressed for events, weddings, funerals, and board meetings in those jewels.They will return to the family.Perhaps you will have a daughter to wear something one day.”
“That is a messed-up reason to have a kid.A jewel rack.”
He sighed.“I was trying to say that the jewels are yours.They were listed for you in the will.”
“Oh.I didn’t know that.”
“You were still a child.There was no reason you should have.It was supposed to have been kept in the trust, but I am guessing someone was persuaded to steal them.I will deal with that when I return to my home.”
She nodded.“You do you, Carlos.”
He looked at her.“Please tell me you knew my name before today.”
She bit her lip.“I knew your company name, and I found the phone number.Your receptionist is a raging bitch.”
He blinked.“I will pass the sentiment along.Do you know when you called?”
“I can send you a list.”She shrugged.
“Thank you.Well, as law enforcement and I don’t get along, I will ask you to let me know how the afternoon goes.”
She swallowed.“I don’t know how this kind of thing is scored.”
Samsor said softly, “We will keep you apprised of how it is going, Carlos.”
Emhara sensed subtext, but she shrugged.Not her problem.Life or death had been out of her hands for quite a while.The now was all she could manage, and it was pretty freaky on every level.Alphas needed omegas for emotional stability, but what the hell did deltas need?
