pale, and hurried outside.
We walked home with our groceries, and I thought that was the end of it.
But I was so, so wrong.
At 7:15 the next morning, loud pounding shook our front door.
I looked through the curtain.
A black SUV was parked outside. A tall man in a dark suit stood on our porch, holding a large envelope.
“Can I help you?” I asked through the locked door.
“Are you the woman whose granddaughter found a diamond ring yesterday?”
My stomach tightened.
“Yes. Why?”
He
