“Tell me you didn’t lose it at Crane’s place.” Isaac curses under his breath and mutters, “Tell me you didn’t let him steal it.” Oh, God. That hug. The heavy-handed and very distracting butt pat. We both know what’s happened. “I wondered why you kept patting that pocket like you had a wad of hundreds in there. That asshat. He probably thinks he can pawn it,” Isaac says. “He’s always hard up for cash.” “It’s not worth anything.” I can’t stop feeling around my collarbone for Carly’s necklace that was never there. “It’s just kid jewelry. Carly’s grandmother gave them to us when we turned ten. Our birthdays are a week apart, and we had a party together right in the middle, and that was our gift. And then tonight I saw Carly at Riverfest, and I asked her how I could help, and she pulled it off and gave it to me.” “Why?” “I don’t know.
