He knew something about shields.
“I won’t be long,” Rad promised.
“No problem,” Sienna said softly. “Just be careful of my father.”
Rad nodded and headed back out to his car.
11
RAD
On the drive to the station, Rad’s mind kept hopping tracks. The bracelet. The safe. Sienna’s whispered explanation. The fact that she had trusted him instead of going to her father. The even bigger fact that she clearly trusted her mother even less.
When he pulled into the lot, he grabbed only his keys and headed inside.
He nearly ran into Chief Morrison in the corridor.
“Where have you been?” Tom Morrison stopped, glanced at him once, then at the clock on the wall.
“Out on a noise complaint call,” Rad lied, keeping his tone easy.
Tom nodded.
“Any updates on the fire?” Tom asked him.
“Not yet. We’re still waiting on some forensics and a little more information, but I’m working more closely with my father and June now. We’re getting closer.” Rad gave him a tight smile.
“Good, good.” Tom checked his watch and sighed. “I’ve got a meeting with the mayor. Keep me updated.”
“I will.” Rad gave a small salute as Tom walked past him.
Rad stood still for a second after he was gone, then let out a quiet breath and headed for evidence storage.
He signed out a standard latent print kit, an evidence camera, scale markers, swabs, powder, lifting tape, envelopes, and a small flashlight. Enough to document what he could without turning her private panic into a precinct event.
On the way back through the hall, he paused outside his father’s office.
It was empty, and June was not there either.
Rad stood a moment longer, then patted the envelope in his pocket and kept going. He couldn’t exactly open it in the middle of the station without inviting questions, and right now, questions were the one thing he didn’t need.
So Rad took the kit out to his car, got inside, shut the door, and only then pulled out the envelope.
There were photographs inside.
He went through them one by one.
His brows lifted.
Then lifted again.
“How many sets of jewelry do these people have?” Rad muttered.
The pieces looked old, valuable, and heavy with family history. Not all to his taste, but he was not the target market for diamond tiaras and heirloom necklaces. Then Rad found the bracelet.
There it was.
White gold. Distinctive. Matching exactly the one found at Teacups.
