“Seriously, lady. You have lost your ever lovin’ mind. I don’t want your money. I don’t want Paul’s. All I want is to get off this crazy train and go back to my side of the hill, where people might not have as much but at least they’re not killers—”

The words die in my throat because it hits me then. The thing Diana said before, about Jax and the costume jewelry. I close my eyes and struggle to recall the missing pieces Micah rattled off in the kitchen that morning with Chet and Paul and Chief Hunt and Diana. She was there. She heard it, too.

“What is it? What’s wrong?” Diana says, but I ignore her.

A pair of golden hoops. A pearl bracelet and a watch. A ruby-and-diamond ring that once belonged to Sienna’s grandmother. That’s what Micah said. He told us to keep it quiet, too, that the police weren’t releasing the list of jewelry to the media.

I open my eyes, and she’s watching me. “How did you know about Sienna’s jewelry being costume?”

Diana frowns. “What are you talking about? Micah said—”

“Micah told us what pieces he was looking for, but he never said the jewelry was fake. And even if it was, he’s not the kind of guy who would have known the difference. Even if he held the pieces in his hand, he wouldn’t have recognized gold from gold plate, or that those stones in her grandmother’s ring were colored chips of glass.”

There’s a voice in my head telling me to leave it, to leave this house and never look back. But my heart is pounding, my skin tingling with realization, and I never could let things lie.

I lean forward in my chair. “But you would.”

Diana, who insists on only the best. Who once paid a jewelry designer to pour pure twenty-four-karat gold into three identical wax molds and engrave the town’s coordinates on the back. Who had not one man she loved to protect from the truth coming out, but two. Jax is family, she just told me. There’s nothing she wouldn’t do for him.

Her whole body changes in that instant of understanding. Everything about her hardens—her eyes, her mouth, her expression. I sit there for a moment, watching her scramble for her game face, but she doesn’t quite get there. And it’s too late. I’ve already seen it. I already heard.

She tucks a hank of hair behind an ear, fidgets. “I don’t like what you’re insinuating.”

“You do know what this means, right? Jax has an alibi. He was twelve miles away at the time of Sienna’s death, and three people heard Micah deny killing her, right before he admitted to killing Bobby. Why would he admit to one and not the other?”