Mabel shook her head, and she was right, and I hated that she was right.

“With what, Callahan?

What do you actually put in front of him?

Vivienne’s word.

A few bruises that will fade within the week.

And an old locket that anyone in town could swear she had owned for years.” She sighed heavily.

“Delilah has spent thirty years being careful.

She is not going to be undone by a girl’s word and a bruise.