The phone rang before I could read the fourth notification. It was the manager of The Aurelian Room, whispering. “Ms. Hayes, Mr. Cross says his card is being declined, and he has produced another. It carries your company’s name.” My stomach dropped. I had never issued a second card. My father took the phone from my hand and listened. “Approve it,” he said quietly. “Do not stop him.” I stared at him as if I had never met him.

Then the manager’s voice cracked. “Sir, the charge went through. Mr. Cross is fastening the necklace on his guest right now.” Dad set the phone down, picked up his coat, and finally looked at me. “Quinn, I did not tell you everything at the courthouse. That card is the one I have been waiting for. Get your shoes. We are going downtown.”