“I think there must be some misunderstanding.”
I looked at the necklace, then at her face.
“There is. You believed a man who steals from his wife would be honest with his mistress.”
The word mistress landed like broken crystal.
Several guests turned completely now. A photographer near the staircase raised his camera, then lowered it when one of my security consultants gave him a look that suggested patience would be rewarded later with something better than scandal scraps.
Victor stepped closer, lowering his voice.
“You are embarrassing yourself.”
“No, Victor. I am repossessing my property.”
Camille’s hand flew to the necklace.
“He gave this to me.”
