Jim returns with Reid.
“Hi,” Reid says. “How are you?” he asks me.
“Hi, Reid. Are you sure you can’t tell us anything about where this necklace came from?”
“It’s definitely mine,” Tory says, holding up the necklace. “Why was it at your apartment?”
“I don’t know,” Reid says. He looks back at the bar, which is flooded with customers. “Look, I have to get back to work.”
“Okay,” I say.
My friends and I sit, drinking our drinks in silence.
Tory is staring at her necklace, fascinated.
“What is it?” I ask.
“I just thought of something,” she says. “Nevermind,” she brushes off the thought, and I don’t press her.
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