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I showed him the photos of the two ruby encrusted pieces.

“Wow,” Joey said. “I wish I had a boyfriend that would buy me elaborate gifts like this.”

“Which one?”

“The bracelet, definitely. It’s very classy and chic. She’ll love it.”

“Thanks, I think so, too,” I replied.

“Is that from Harry Winston?”

“Yes.”

“I’m going to be near their Rodeo Drive store tomorrow. Do you want me to stop in and pick it up for you?”

“Yes, that would be great, thank you. Don’t say anything to Kaylee if you see her. I want to surprise her by sending it straight to her house. I’ll text you her address and you can arrange the delivery for me.”

“Will do. Lucky, lucky girl.”

“I’m the lucky one,” I replied, feeling it deep in my bones.

ChapterTwenty-Nine

KAYLEE

Everleigh’s eyes were swollen and red. She sat on our couch, quickly going an entire box of tissues.

“I can’t believe she’s dead!”

Violet sat next to her, silently rubbing her back. They were both comforting each other. Violet had lost out on a million-dollar campaign for Chanel. She’d been passed over because Gigi Hadid had signed on instead.

As for me, I was silently raging inside.

I was mad at myself, mainly. I’d failed at my job. I hadn’t moved fast enough, hadn’t gotten enough information quickly enough to prevent another senseless murder.

I’d seen the crime scene photos of Kajah, and I couldn’t get the image out of my head. It had haunted me all night. I couldn’t help but feel responsible for her death.

And now Everleigh sat in our living room, broken down with anguish about it. I felt responsible for that too.

I watched her silently, my fury preventing me from forming any real words of comfort.

“I can’t think about this anymore!” Everleigh said, leaning forward and grabbing her glass of rosé. “I need a distraction.”

“How can we help?” I asked.

“I want to know what’s going on with you and my brother,,” she replied, shooting me a pointed look. “You two have been spending a lot of time together.”

“I know,” I admitted.

“Is it serious?”

“I’m not sure.” A twinge of familiar guilt sliced through me. Violet looked over at me sympathetically. “Maybe.”

“Well, he hasn’t been one to spend more than a night or two with anyone since his divorce. So I’d say all this time spent together definitely thinks it’s serious.”

“Has he said anything to you about me?” I asked.

“No, not really. But those three usually keep things close to their chests.”

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