Page 122 of Stolen for Keeps
“Could be important,” I said.
“Nah. Just a case I’m working on, but everything’s under control.” He slipped the phone into his pocket. “That’s what assistants and legal prodigies are for.” Then his gaze flickedback to Maya. “I read up on your case. A lot of things didn’t add up. And with this…second act of yours, let’s just say it didn’t do you any favors. But I get it. Noah filled me in. I’m on your side.”
“So, there’s actually a chance I won’t end up back in prison?” Maya asked.
Dom smirked. “Depends. You make a habit of complicating my job?”
“She’s not running. If that’s what you’re worried about,” I said.
“Good. Because I’m putting my name on this, and let’s just say defense attorneys aren’t exactly beloved in small towns.”
Maya huffed. “So I’ve been told.”
Dom shrugged. “Hey, I get paid to be disliked.”
She shot him a look. “You should put that on a business card.”
Dom grinned. “Maybe I will.”
“Can we focus?” I cut in.
“Fine.”
Maya tilted her head. “I like you.”
Dom actually looked caught off guard for half a second. “Thanks. Uh, appreciate that.” Then, recovering, he leaned forward. “Now, let’s talk logistics. Are you absolutely sure no one saw you?”
“Absolutely,” Maya said.
He turned to me. “And you gave her an alibi?”
“Yeah. I had to.”
Dom arched a brow.
“You can think it was stupid,” I said. “But I had to.”
“No stupid here. I’d have done the same,” he said. “Maya, does your mother have any kind of certificate proving the necklace is hers?”
She shook her head. “No. That’s why she didn’t stand achance legally. All she could do was beg over and over, asking my uncle to give it back.”
Dom gave me a reassuring gaze. “Alright. I’ll dig into that. See what I can find.”
“What’s the angle? How do we make this airtight?” I asked.
“I don’t have a full answer yet, but I’m laying the foundation. Been poking around in Bozeman and Bridger Canyon.”
My chest deflated. “You were discreet, right?”
Dom spread his hands. “Relax. I wasn’t strutting around in this blindingly white T-shirt. I blended in. Went full private-investor-from-California mode. Wore my Calvin Klein shirt and everything.”
Maya snorted.
I pinched the bridge of my nose. “Jesus, Dom.”
He looked far too pleased with himself. “The point is, I know for sure the cops are looking. And they’re looking hard. So expect them to find something soon. And when they do? We need to be five steps ahead.”
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