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Garrett stares at me.
Sighing, I launch into the tale of the Lockets’ stolen locket. “She filed a police report. I’m sure I have a copy of it somewhere. The investigating officer gave up after a few months, but my grandmother never stopped looking for it. It meant the world to my grandfather. It killed him to have the one thing that had been passed down to him stolen.”
“Who stole it?”
“My mother.”
“And where is your mother?”
I shrug. “No idea. She never came back after that.”
There’s a knock on the door. Garrett grumbles. “Come in.” When it opens, I see one of the sweetest men in the entire world. I stand so I can give him a hug. “Oh, thank you so much for coming, Mr. Maloney.” Looking at Garrett, I introduce the pair. “Garrett, this is my attorney, Carl Maloney. Carl, this is Garrett Whelan.”
The two shake hands. Then, Carl asks, “What’s this all about then?”
Garrett nods in my direction. “She’s accused of attempted robbery.”
Carl’s mouth opens wide. Using his thumb, he gestures in my direction. “This one?”
“That’s the accusation, yes.”
“No way.”
“She confessed.”
Carl rotates slowly until he’s facing me. “You confessed?”
“It’s my grandmother’s locket. You know the one?”
“The locket? The Locket locket?”
“The one and the same.”
He quickly spins to face Garrett. “May I see it?”
Garrett reaches into the breast pocket of his jacket and retrieves the necklace. Holding it out in front of Carl, Mr. Maloney bends to get a closer look. “Sure looks like it, Lucy.”
“I know it’s the one. The tall lady even admitted that her husband bought it for her, but she didn’t know where he got it.”
“The tall lady?” Garrett asks with a smirk.
“Statuesque lady?” I frown. “Is that better?” I take a step to get a closer look just as the door swings open and Fred steps in again, Hazel right behind.
“Well?” Hazel snaps. “Are you going to arrest her?”
“Mrs. Konig.” Garrett sounds exasperated. I don’t blame him. Placing the locket back into his breast pocket, he faces her. “Mr. Konig purchased this locket for you?”
“Yes. He did.”
“Do you recall when that was?”
“No.”
“Do you have the receipt?”
“What’s going on?” Fred growls. “This bitch tried to steal from us. Arrest her.”
“I’m not a b—”
