Across the study, Dahlia went very still.

“You told me,” she said slowly, to Leon, “that all of those transfers were legal.”

“Stop talking,” Leon said, and reached over and took hold of her wrist.

It was not a large gesture, and he let go almost at once.

But both investigators saw it, and I watched them see it, and I watched Dahlia feel the whole shape of her situation rearrange itself in that single second — the diamonds, the promises, the man who had just gripped her arm to keep her quiet in a room full of people who wrote things down.

Chapter 11 — Three Chances