“I wouldn’t lie to you, not about that.”

“Okay. Wait, is that how you knew that we were being watched at the bank?”

“Anyone with two eyes could see the cameras. Well, anyone who isn’t preoccupied with closing her dead husband’s account, that is.”

“Yeah, I was a little distracted. Do you think they could hear us, too?”

His lips twitch up into a patient grin. “Yes. Yes, they could hear us.”

I nod and glance back down at the box. “Do you think you can find out who this necklace belongs to?”

“In about ten minutes. Come on, we’ll order up some food and I’ll start doing some digging.”

“Okay.”

“What do you want to eat?”

“My ma’s shepherd’s pie. But I’ll settle for a burger.”

“We’ll be home by tomorrow night, and you can have all the shepherd’s pie you want.”

“I’m ready to go home. Wait, why can’t we go today? I have a lot of money, Cam. I can charter a flight.”

“Okay, Daddy Warbucks, there’s no need for that. We can just see if we can change the flight to today.”

“Oh, right. Or that.”

“That money’s already burning a hole in your pocket.”

“No, I just want to go home. I want my family.”

“I get it. Okay, let’s get a flight out today, and we’ll figure out the necklace later.”

“I have to get on a flight with that thing. What if they arrest me? Holy shit, Cam, what if they seize it and arrest me for smuggling or theft?”

“You’ve watched a lot of movies, haven’t you?”

“Hey, it could happen.”

“It won’t. Just pack it in your purse. Trust me.”

“Oh, God, I wouldn’t do well in a Cayman prison.”

“I don’t know. You’d probably have a good view of the ocean.”

I slap his arm, and he laughs.

“You’re not going to prison.”

“Says the man who’s not at risk of it. Maybe I should hire the plane, after all. Less questions.”

“You’re a bit of a drama queen. You know that, right?”

“If I booked a charter flight, we could join the mile-high club.”

He laughs and then swats me on the butt. “Don’t tempt me.”

Chapter 11

~Cameron~

“Would you like something to drink?” The words are whispered so they don’t wake Maggie, who’s finally sleeping in the seat next to me.

I shake my head at the flight attendant and accept the offered blanket, taking it from the plastic cover to drape gently over Maggie.

By some miracle, we were able to get the last two seats in first class on a direct flight to Seattle. It’ll be late by the time we get home, but we didn’t care.

Maggie wanted to be home, and I can’t blame her.