Page 128 of Brutal Prince

But if no one ever finds out… and if this little fib means the insurance company will keep pushing the police to find the person responsible for murdering my mother…

“Just tell me what you need from me,” I say, forcing my voice out steady and strong.

“This will delay the claim payout, unfortunately.”

“I don’t care. I want to know who did this. I’m sure you do too.”

Mr. Fallow’s voice drops a little, but it doesn’t soften a hair. “Of course, Ms. Virgo. I will be in touch. And again, condolences for your loss.”

“Thanks.”

I put the phone down, let out a long breath, and turn to Marigold.

The hand holding her golden cigarette holder is trembling. “Tell me,” she rasps.

“They’re reopening the case.” For some reason, telling Marigold is putting tears in my fucking eyes. I blink hard and fast, and try to sound glib. “One of mom’s necklaces is gone, so they think this was a theft, not just…”

Marigold starts nodding, her mouth pursing tight. Then her face crumples up and she lets out a loud sob.

I don’t even know I’m moving, but the next moment I’m in her arms, and we’re gripping each other so tight I can barely breathe. She’s all skin and trembling bones — so frail I can’t believe she’s still standing.

I don’t doubt for a second that I’m doing the right thing. We both need closure, and this is the only way.

After all, the investigator didn’t exactly say what was missing. Who says I even know what my mother had in that safe? I’m a fucking kid.

I smile into Marigold’s shoulder as I sniff and drag a hand over my nose.

Finally something in this fucked-up world is going my way.

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