“Mr.

Carter,” he said, in the pleasant, unhurried tone of a man who has done this before, “I’d strongly advise you not to threaten my client.

We have copies of the sale documents.

We have screenshots of your messages.

We have evidence of the lockout, and photographs showing your mother wearing Natalie’s insured jewelry without her permission.” And at the word jewelry, I saw Megan’s hand move, quietly, to pull her sleeve lower over her wrist — over the second of my bracelets, the one she was still wearing, the one she had apparently helped herself to as well.

The gesture gave her away completely.