Chapter 5

Burke sat in the study of the Clark Estate, staring blankly at his laptop screen. He had searched for replicas of the pendant, but custom work took two weeks. He didn't have two hours.

The sound of heels clicking on the marble floor made him look up. Brielle descended the stairs, a coffee mug in one hand. Around her neck, the silver pendant glinted in the morning sunlight.

Burke's eyes locked onto the piece of jewelry. His voice was dangerously quiet. "You're really not going to give it back?"

Brielle touched the pendant, a smug smile on her face. "It looks way better on me than it ever did on that pathetic widow. Just tell her you lost it. Offer her some cash. That's all she really wants, anyway."

Burke stared at his sister. He realized, with a sinking feeling, that Christina wasn't going to be bought off. Not this time. But he couldn't tell Brielle about Christina's threat to involve their father. The General would lock them both in the house if they caused a scandal before the promotion.

He had to handle Christina himself.

An hour later, Burke walked into Christina's hospital room. He carried the same plastic bag from the day before, empty-handed.

Christina saw the bag and her eyes turned to ice. "Where is it?"

Burke pulled up a chair, reaching out to take her hand. Christina jerked her hand away, disgust flashing across her face.

Burke cleared his throat, breaking eye contact for a split second. "Christina, the pendant... it might have been lost in the crash. The police searched the wreckage. They didn't find it."

Christina's brain processed his body language in high definition. His eyes had darted to the upper right. A classic sign of visual construction. He was lying.

She didn't explode. She kept her voice chillingly calm. "Lost? That was my mother's only possession, Burke."

Burke saw an opening. He leaned in, trying to sound comforting. "I know it's hard. I'll put up a reward. I'll buy you something nicer-"

"I only want that one," Christina interrupted. "Since you can't find it, I guess I have no reason to sign the agreement."

Burke's face darkened. "Don't push me. I'm being patient. Don't make me call the family lawyers."

Christina didn't flinch. "Call them. And while you're at it, let's invite the local news to cover how the Clark family loses their fiancée's family heirlooms."

Burke shot to his feet. The metal chair legs screeched against the linoleum. He pointed a finger at her face. "You wouldn't dare."

"Test me," Christina said, looking up at him with absolute fearlessness.

Burke's jaw clenched so hard a muscle twitched. He knew the current climate. The media loved a scandal involving military officers. He couldn't risk it.

He took a deep breath, forcing his hands to unclench. "Fine. I'll keep looking. But don't play with fire."

He turned and stormed out, the door slamming shut behind him.

Christina waited exactly ten seconds. Then she picked up her phone and dialed a number from memory.

It rang twice. "Clark Residence, this is Miller."

"Miller, it's Christina." She kept her voice steady, polite. She remembered the old butler's quiet dignity, the way he always treated her with a respect the rest of the family lacked. She recalled his son, a young soldier who had been medically discharged, and the anonymous donation she had made to his recovery fund. He wouldn't know it was her, but she hoped that karma existed. "I just wanted to confirm something. Is Miss Brielle wearing a silver pendant today?"

There was a long pause on the other end. The butler's voice was hesitant, but held a note of warmth. "Yes, Ms. Woods. Miss Brielle was showing it off at dinner last night. She said it was a gift from the Major. The Clarks... should not treat a soldier's widow this way."

Christina closed her eyes. A wave of cold fury washed over her, but she tamped it down. "Thank you, Miller. That's all I needed to know."

She hung up the phone. The puzzle was complete. She knew exactly where the pendant was and why Burke was lying.

She turned her head toward the window, her fingers tapping a steady rhythm on the bedsheet. She was tapping out a binary code.

Burke wanted to play games? She would play to win.