Then he followed Sienna back toward the pool house.
“What now?” Sienna asked when they stepped back inside the pool house.
“I’m going to have to send what I found off for analysis.” Rad held up a hand when panic flashed across her face. “Don’t worry. I’ll send it to someone I trust outside the precinct.”
“Thank you. I appreciate it.” Sienna’s shoulders eased slightly.
“I’ll let you know when I have something.” Rad packed the kit. “But if you remember anything else, even if it seems small, call me.”
“I will,” Sienna nodded.
He headed out, and she followed him to the door.
For a second, as he stepped outside, he got the odd sense she almost said something else. Then whatever it was vanished behind the old guarded look.
So he left.
A few hours later, the alarm on his phone sounded, reminding him of the meeting at the Sandpiper Inn.
Rad looked up from the report he had been trying and failing to focus on, saved it, and shut down his computer. He locked his office, headed out, and crossed the lot toward his car.
He had brought the main case folder for the meeting, and he put it on the passenger seat along with a smaller file from Sienna’s pool house.
Rad debated whether to bring the smaller file to the meeting. His promise to Sienna pressed against his conscience. So did the photograph of the bracelet and the matching set. What he knew could matter. It probably did matter. But Rad had given his word, and barging into a room full of family, law enforcement, and half the town with a private, unreported theft from the Morrison property was one fast way to make sure Sienna never trusted him again.
When he got to Sandpiper Inn, Rad had made up his mind to leave the smaller file in the car and speak to his father about it in private.
As he climbed out at the inn, another car pulled in beside him.
It was Carmen’s car, the one June had been using. Rad was surprised to see his father get out of the driver's seat and shut the door.
“Hey, son.” Holt smiled when he saw Rad.
“Hi, Dad.” Rad glanced past him. “Where’s June?”
“She arrived with Willa.” Holt pocketed the keys. “I borrowed the car to go see your grandmother.”
“How’s her migraine?” Rad watched his father as he walked closer to him.
“Better.” Holt studied him for half a second too long. “Why do I get the feeling you need to tell me something?”
“Probably because you always knew when I had something on my mind.” Rad gave him a lopsided knowing grin.
“So spill…” Holt waited.
Rad glanced toward the inn, then back at him.
“I wanted to ask you about the jewelry set stolen from Aunt Carly. The one that goes with the bracelet we found at Teacups.” He stepped a little closer and kept his voice down.
“Yeah. We need to discuss that.” His father’s expression changed at once.
“Oh. You have new information?” Rad blinked.
“Yes.” Holt glanced toward the inn and then back at Rad.
“Can you tell me before we go inside?” Rad asked his father.
“What’s going on?” Holt’s eyes narrowed. “Why are you so fixated on the jewelry?”
