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“I’ll wait for you outside,” I say, scurrying off before he changes his mind.

Chapter 15

Michael

“Iknow.” Peter declares.

My head turns in his direction.

“You know? You knew all this time, and you didn’t say anything? I mean, you didn’t have to say it to Savannah, but you could have told me,” I say.

“You were helping my sister, and it seemed like neither of you wanted anyone to know. I didn’t want to pry or abuse the privilege of being your friend,” Peter explains. “That’s why I didn’t ask.”

“Until I dragged you here for a stakeout. Right?”

He nods. “Right. I’ll appreciate it if we could keep this between us, though.”

I raise a brow. “Why? Do you think Savannah is going to bring down the fury of hell if she finds out that her brother knows that her boss is her attorney? Or that he knows about the trial?”

I look out the window, staring at the jewelry store where a friend of Eric’s said he used to visit—to trade stolen items. Hegave us the date and time for his next visit, which is why we are here today.

But I couldn’t drag Savannah with me—for obvious reasons, so I brought the next best option.

“Everyone knows about the trial. My dad, my mom…everyone knows. They aren’t saying anything because I’ve promised to disown them if they call Savannah.”

I clap my hands. “Okay. That is one good big brother. Your sister isn’t going to see it as a good thing if she finds out, but I’m proud of you for sticking up for her.”

Peter doesn’t look happy. Instead, he seems sad.

“I didn’t do anything. I mean, I should have done this years ago—taken her side. This is why I took a step back now because I don’t want to do something that will have her looking for another attorney,” Peter continues.

“I want you to represent my sister. I need you to prove that Savannah is innocent.”

“I want that too,” I say with all sincerity. “Which is why I asked you for help.”

“And,” I crack my knuckles, “we’ve been sitting here for the past thirty minutes. I don’t know how those cops do it, but I’m ready to get out and find some answers.”

“Just a tip,” Peter says as we get out, “act like you’re there to buy something. Don’t just go in there asking questions. Okay?”

I roll my eyes even though the smile doesn’t leave my face.

“I always forget that you were the smartest in our class. I’ll follow your lead, Peter.”

***

“Hi,” I walk up to the receptionist.

Or at least the people behind the counter at the small, seedy place that serves as a jewelry store.

“I’d like to look at your finest ring. Your most expensive and unique ring.”

The woman stares at me with scrutinizing eyes.

“Normal people come here to sell jewelry. They don’t come to buy anything.”

“Then why do—shit.”I groan when Peter steps on my words, but it’s a sign that I’m either saying too much or saying the wrong thing, so I keep quiet.

He steps forward with a smile.

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