When she was done, Milton’s lips twitched a little, and she knew he was having a hard time staying in cop mode.

"Go on, laugh," she dared him with a pout. "But I don't care about the other stuff, it's the jewelry that is upsetting me, some of it belonged to my grandma and it's gone."

Milton placed his hand over hers. "Do you have photos of the missing stuff?"

"My father was a prosecutor, remember? I took photos of everything. I keep receipts and insurance records, too," she said in the ...