"That sounds like a good plan," Daniel agreed, his voice distant.
I scoffed. "Your father’s dead, and all you care about is money?" I shook my head in disgust. "It almost makes me think you wanted him gone."
"Shut up, Tracie," Ginger snapped, and for the first time, I could see the true malice in her eyes. The more I saw her, the more I loathed her—and Daniel too. He should’ve been the one who died.
Ginger stepped closer to me, her eyes narrowing as she glared at the necklace around my neck. "Take it off," she demanded, pointing at the chain. "You don’t have the right to wear that."
I raised an eyebrow and met her glare with one of my own. "I’m not giving you anything. It’s mine."
"Yours?" Ginger let out a sarcastic laugh. "Stop lying. You stole it. Hand it over, or I’ll take it from you myself."
She reached for the necklace, her fingers brushing the gold chain, but I quickly stepped back, swatting her hand away.
"Don’t touch me," I snapped, my temper flaring.
"You don’t deserve it!" Ginger hissed, her anger erupting as she lunged at me again.
We struggled, her nails scraping against my neck as I pushed her hands away. The noise drew the attention of both the police officers and Daniel.