Diamond Fire (Hidden Legacy #3.5)- Ilona Andrews Page 0,17

Frida squinted and tapped the aquamarine. “There’s your answer.”

I shook my head. “I don’t think it’s about money. The Sealight is appraised and insured for two hundred and fifty thousand, mostly because of its age and the small diamonds framing the aquamarine. The aquamarine heart is worth probably seventy-five thousand by itself. The three black sheep siblings each receive over a million dollars annually from the family’s investments. For doing nothing.”

“Must be nice,” Mom said.

Arabella frowned. “So if they’re caught stealing the tiara, they will almost certainly be cut off. Would you risk an easy million to steal something worth a quarter of that?”

Bern clapped his hands. “You did the math in your head, I’m so proud.”

Arabella flipped him off.

“I saw that,” Mom snapped.

“Sorry.” My sister didn’t sound sorry.

“Even if they did steal it,” I said, “what would they do with it? None of them have been in the US in the past five years. They don’t know any fences and no legitimate jeweler would touch it. If you google it, the picture of it comes up as ‘The Sealight Crown, heirloom of House Rogan.’ Nobody in Texas would touch something stolen from Mad Rogan. They couldn’t give it away.”

“Maybe they’re planning to take it home,” Arabella said.

“They would have to declare it at the airport,” Leon said.

“How do you know that?” Mom asked.

“He checked into transporting guns by air,” Arabella said.

Mom stopped filling the dishwasher and gave Leon a hard stare.

“Just trying to be prepared, that’s all,” he said.

I leaned back and sighed. “They can’t sell it and they can’t take it home. So, it’s not about the money.”

“Well, what is it about then?” Grandma Frida asked.

“It’s about Mrs. Rogan, Connor, or Nevada,” I said. “Either they hate Mrs. Rogan or Connor, and they want to embarrass them, or they hate Nevada and they don’t want her to have it. Which is why she can’t know, and we have to handle it and never tell her.”

“Agreed,” Bern said.

“So, basically, you have to figure out who hates Rogan and Nevada the most,” Arabella said. “Is Xavier a suspect?”

Die.

Grandma Frida came to life like a shark smelling a drop of blood in the water. “Who is Xavier?”

“Nobody.” What a brilliant response I came up with. That will throw them off the scent. Not.

“Xavier is Rogan’s cute cousin, aaannd he likes her,” The Evil Hellspawn Sister said.

“If you think he’s cute, then you should talk to him,” I said.

Arabella made big eyes at me. “She told him her name and he said, ‘I know.’”

Grandma Frida and Leon made woo woo noises at me.

My cheeks were getting warm. I hated when my cheeks got warm.

“You should go for it,” Grandma Frida said.

That was about enough. “Mom.”

“What happened to that handsome Italian boy?” Grandma Frida asked.

“She ran him off,” Leon said. “She told him to get off our land or she would call the law.” He had growled “the law” like he had a mouth full of gravel.

They were talking about me as if I wasn’t even there. “Mom!”

“Let her be,” Mom said. “She’s trying to do a job.”

“Maybe you should give it a try,” Grandma Frida said. “You’ve been doing good with your magic.”

“Yeah,” Leon said. “And if things don’t work out, I can always shoot him, and nobody will ever find the body.”

I took my tablet and files and went to my room.

I stood next to the ladder in Iker and Eva’s room and watched Rivera install a tiny camera into the smoke detector. Rivera was one of Rogan’s top guys. Normally he was trim and clean-cut, but today he was wearing a wig under a grimy baseball cap and his jaw sported a dark two-day stubble. He looked ridiculous.

Each of the guest couples had a suite and we were bugging the living rooms. Outside, Simone, one of Rogan’s surveillance specialists, was installing hummingbird cameras in the bushes.

“Hey,” Xavier said behind me.

I managed to not jump and turned around. He leaned casually against the door frame. Right. It was his room too.

“Hi,” I managed.

“Hi,” he said.

I’d spent a long time on the drive over to Mountain Rose thinking about what to do if I saw Xavier. I had promised Arabella I would talk to him. Unfortunately, I wasn’t very good at talking to people, especially people my age. In the end, I decided I had to talk to Xavier. Not just because he was cute and seemed to want to talk to me, but also because he was a potential lead. He