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There was a pause "Umno Sweetie, the name I have here isWell, the buyer was Brad Newman Isn’t that your uncle?"

Frankie’s stomach pluo, Abigail"

"You callthe call, she asked, "Did you hear that?"

Trick nodded "Brad bought the sculpture that you found at Iris’s cabin" His brow furrowed "Thatsense, baby Iris wouldn’t have accepted anything from him"

"No, she wouldn’t have Yet, it somehow ended up in her hands I suppose she could have received it fro you tell people, isn’t it? Clara said nobody seeot it"

"She wouldn’t have taken anything from Brad" Trick was sure of that ift from them, but I can’t think who--" He frowned at the odd look on her face "What?"

"I need to speak to Lydia I have to ask her so her fingers on Trick’s back Her stomach fluttered and her heart pounded, because she was quite sure that she already knehat Lydia’s ansould be

"Hello," Lydia softly greeted her

"Lydia, hi How are you feeling?"

A long sigh "Better, thanks But I’m not the one as shot How are you?"

"I’ in your s there, but it was empty Someone had ripped open the tape and took whatever was in it"

"Really?" Lydia puffed out a breath "Well, I res Like they were trying to erase her from our lives Mo they’d let us see you if we kept everything civil"

"Do you know if there was anything that Iris held back?"

"She only kept two things, and that was because she was positive that your grandparents would destroy the cere even harder, Frankie asked, "Can you describe the ring?" But she already knew, because she could see it in her head; she remembered it from the photos she’d seen of her old studded with diaray pearl in the center"

Frankie closed her eyes "Thanks, Lydia That was a great help" When Trick put her phone back on the nightstand, she said, "I knohat it was now"

He frowned "What?"

"I knohat I overlooked I saw pictures ofI get it now" She bit her lip "There’s someone I need to talk to"

His eyes narrowed "Who?"

A little while later, Frankie was sitting on the curb in a busy parking lot, near a very familiar car A car she’d ridden in many times, completely unaware that its owner had betrayed her fa before said owner ca Even with the sounds of traffic, she’d heard his shoes ticking on the asphalt before she saw him She knehat hours he worked, had knohat ti, she waited for hi with his car keys and look up Finally he did Her wolf snarled, flexing her unsheathed claws

Brad stilled and blinked "Frankie, hey" His face split into a grin that quickly faded "Is everything okay? You don’t look so good You have shadows under your eyes"

"I’ for cal scents of exhaust, motor oil, and hot paveot to me in time"

"In time?" Brad crossed to her, the picture of concern "What does that mean? Honey, what happened?"