She’s good at her job and she works hard. That’s sexy to me.

She brought me the picture Joshua had made for me on the second day of school. She could’ve thrown it out. An evil person would have. But not Raegan.

Then there’s the way she caressed my head when she knew I was hurt at the dodgeball game. That wasn’t the touch of someone without humanity. And the fact that she’d stopped in my office to check on me after? That blew my mind.

It’s like she’s two people inside one body. The beautiful, caring woman, and the closet psychopath who robs jewelry from sleeping men.

Never-ending questions continue to plague me.

What if she never gives up the ring?

What if it’s gone forever?

What if …

What if she really didn’t steal it?

“How is everything going with the girl?”

“Raegan,” I say. I don’t know why it bothers me when he refers to her like that, but it does.

Dad looks at me over the top of his glasses. “How is everything going with Raegan?”

Running my fingers along the framed family photo on Dad’s bookcase, I sigh. “She’s still saying she didn’t take it.”

“Of course she’s saying that. That’s what thieves do. They lie.”

“Do you remember when we took this picture?” I raise the frame and face it towards Dad. “Nana was so happy when we gave it to her for Christmas.”

A smile tugs at the corner of Dad’s mouth. “I remember how difficult it was for you and Josh to agree on which color shirt to wear.”

My eyes flick to another photo sitting on a different shelf. A five-year old me is holding a two-year old Josh in my lap. “Were we always so opposite?”

“Always.”

“It’s crazy how that happens. Two boys with the same family and same upbringing. How can we be so different?”

Dad slips his glasses off and sets them on his desk. “It’s just the way you’re born. I know the whole Michaela thing didn’t help.”

I return the frame back to the bookshelf and settle into the chair facing Dad’s desk. “I don’t know what else to do.”

“About the girl?”

“Yes. About Raegan.”

Dad tilts back in his chair, appraising me, arms crossed over his chest. “What do you want to do?”

“I’ve tried making her life miserable at work. I’ve tried intimidation. I’ve tried being nice.” I hike a shoulder. “What if I never get Nana’s ring back?”

He puffs up his cheeks and blows a stream of air through his lips. “I spoke to Harry at work. He said his brother-in-law is a police officer. He could try to get us a search warrant.”

My eyebrows shoot up. “And search her house?”