My stomach dropped.
“You know too.”
Mrs. Alvarez looked away.
“Oh my God.”
I backed toward the doorway.
“You both know.”
“Rachel,” she said.
“Don’t.”
I held up my hand.
“If you knew my brother, if you knew anything about what happened to him—”
Christopher slammed his palm against the chair control.
“Enough!”
I stared at him through tears.
Then I picked up my coat.
“I need this job,” I said quietly. “More than you could possibly understand.”
His eyes met mine.
“But if that necklace came from my brother, I will find out how.”
I walked out.
Mrs. Alvarez followed me downstairs.
“Rachel.”
I kept walking.
“Please.”
I stopped near the front door.
She lowered her voice.
“You should go home tonight.”
“Was Ryan here?”
She hesitated.
That hesitation answered everything.
My eyes filled.
“When?”
“I cannot tell you.”
“Cannot or will not?”
“Both.”
