And with it, a necklace, ring, and earrings.
Rad sat back against the seat and exhaled slowly.
There were other photographs too. Watches. More jewelry. Several items that looked antique and wildly expensive. Then he unfolded the itemized list.
His eyes widened.
“One hundred thousand dollars in cash?” Who the heck kept that much cash in a safe?
Rad scanned lower.
There were several negotiable bond certificates. A group of high-end watches. Other smaller items. Then, near the bottom, something that made him stop and blink.
A pair of crystal pumps with diamonds.
He stared at the line, then flipped to the matching photo.
“Good grief,” Rad said softly. “Who does she think she is, Cinderella?” First, she’d pictured herself as Goldilocks in the forest, and then she’d gotten a pair of glass slippers.
He looked at the shoes a second longer.
“They must be so uncomfortable.” Rad shuddered. He couldn’t imagine why women would torture their feet like that.
Then he shook his head, slid the list back into the envelope, and noticed a piece of paper had fallen onto the floor. He reached down and lifted it. As he unfolded it, his brows lifted.
People who know about the safe and its contents:
Rad’s eyebrows lifted. There were six names on the list.
“Didn’t Sienna say only two people knew about it?” Rad asked no one in particular.
Rad could understand why four of them were on the list, and the fifth one was reasonable as well. But the sixth name? Well, that didn’t make sense at all, but it might tie a piece of the puzzle together… somehow.
Rad shoved the list back into the envelope, started the car, and headed back to the Morrisons’.
When he got back to the mansion, Sienna was waiting again. This time, she didn’t come out to drag him anywhere, but she met him at the side entrance to the pool house with enough tension in her shoulders to make it clear she had been watching for him.
“You didn’t tell anyone, did you?” was the first thing Sienna asked him.
“No,” Rad said. “I got the kit and went over your list.”
She swallowed and nodded. “Okay.”
Inside, he set his equipment down on the floor of the main bedroom and got to work.
He started with photographs. Exterior door. Entry hall. Hallway. Bedroom. Closet. Close-ups of the damaged hinges, the torn frame, and the wall cavity where the safe had been mounted. He took overall shots, detail shots, shots with scale markers, and more than once had to ask Sienna to step back because she kept hovering too close.
“Sorry,” Sienna muttered once.
“You hovering makes me nervous.” He glanced up. “And you’re getting in the way.”
“It’s my house.” Sienna went back into snooty mode for a few seconds.
“It’s my crime scene.” Rad’s brows rose as his trumped hers in importance at that moment.
That quieted her for a few minutes, and she gave him some breathing room.
Rad dusted the door handle, the closet trim, the jagged inner edges of the damaged wall, and the bedroom window locks, though nothing suggested entry that way. He checked the floor for impressions and found only partial smudges that could have been left by anyone who lived in or serviced the house. He swabbed one splintered section where it appeared the skin might have brushed rough wood during removal.
