ANNA'S POV

“I don’t understand what you mean, check every other place like where?” my dad asked, his brows pulled together as he looked at Isabel. The confusion on his face mirrored the look everyone else had, including me.

“I mean, you already told the estate security to lock everywhere down,” Isabel said calmly, her voice smooth, almost too composed for the tension in the room. “The necklace is still in this house. We’ve checked the maids’ quarters and it’s not there, which means it wasn’t taken by them.”

“And do you know the person who took it?” my dad asked sharply, his grip tightening around the shotgun.

“Of course...