“What about the set the jeweler handed over to her?” Ryan said.

“Let her hold them a few more hours.”

He didn’t like that.

He put the envelope back in his pocket and patted it twice, the way our father used to check for his wallet.

I picked up my phone and wrote to Ethan: I need you to trust me and skip the questions until eight.

Three dots moved, then stopped, then moved again.

Whatever it is, I’m in.