The case wasn’t just about a murder anymore. It was about who was desperate enough to burn down a building to keep a dead woman’s clutch from telling the truth.
Minor wear. Lena almost laughed.
She looked up. Julian Cross had stopped fidgeting. He was staring at the clutch with an expression that wasn’t greed or admiration—it was fear. Pure, cold fear. carmela clutch case
And Lena had a feeling that, tonight, the bidding was only beginning. The case wasn’t just about a murder anymore