Chapter 3
Camilla Price attempted to slip quietly through the perimeter crowd, her head bowed as she headed toward the private exit doors.
“Miss Price,” I called out, stopping her dead in her tracks before she could touch the brass door handle.
Every camera in the room instantly turned toward Aurelia’s communications director, her skin-tight red dress making her impossible to hide.
“Before you depart the premises, I suggest you remove my mother’s diamond earrings,” I said, my voice cold enough to freeze blood.
“The Boston Police Department has already received the forensic fingerprint report from my bedroom safe.”
“If those diamonds are not on Malcolm’s desk within three minutes, the officers waiting in the lobby will place you under arrest for grand larceny.”
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Camilla let out a sharp, hysterical sob, her hands trembling violently as she frantically unlatched the diamond studs from her earlobes.
She dropped them into the waiting palm of a security officer, turning and fleeing down the service hallway in tears.
