“And what about Natalie?” I questioned him.

“Natalie took it off Dad’s nightstand two days ago,” Brandon admitted in a low voice.

“She was driving across town to bring it directly to you.”

“So she stole it from her own father,” I stated bluntly.

“Yes, she did,” Brandon confessed without hesitation.

“Why didn’t she just ask him for it?” I probed.

“Because he’d never agree,” Brandon said flatly.

“He won’t even let anyone say Paige’s name in his house.”