“Caught red-handed and still playing innocent?”
They closed in around me, circling like vultures.
“Issy,” Ross said flatly, “I’ll say it one last time. Hand over what you stole. Don’t make me forget we were ever colleagues.”
He looked at me with a hard, warning stare.
I wanted to laugh. But before I could speak, someone shoved me hard. I stumbled back, crashing into one of the ballroom pillars. Pain instantly shot up my spine.
My purse hit the floor, spilling open.
Zamora’s best friend immediately lunged forward, dumped out the contents, and pointed at the green gemstone necklace inside.
“There! That’s it! She stole it!”
