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great-great-great-grandmothers pieces that had been stored up here after her death.  
    Fiona could tell it was well made—this was no junky piece of costume jewelry. Which was odd, because she was under the impression that nothing of real value was up here. Her mother had always said it was just a bunch of old broken junk the family was too miserly to throw away.
    But where did it come from?   She looked around the floor for a jewelry box or some sort of container it might have been in but saw nothing.  
    The glitter of the light from the window reflecting off the stones in the necklace caught her eye and she moved closer to the window to look at it in the light. Squinting, she held the necklace up to the glass looking for the tell-tale signs that the stones were worthless paste or glass. Why hadn’t she thought to bring a jewelers loupe?
    Her training as a gemologist had given her a keen eye and the knowledge to be able to tell a gemstone from a fake. Naturally tools helped her validate her assessment, but with the naked eye it appeared this necklace was the real deal … diamonds, emeralds and gold.
    Fiona’s heart flipped in her chest and she felt like a huge weight had been lifted from her shoulders. If the necklace tested to be real, it would be worth much more than what she needed to secure a lawyer for Morgan.
    Clutching the jewelry in her hand, she turned and ran toward the stairs. She knew exactly what to do with the necklace to get the money they needed without having to sell off a potentially important family heirloom. She just hoped her sisters were home so she could discuss her plan with them and get their approval in time to put the wheels in motion before it was too late to save Morgan from spending the night in jail.

Chapter Five

    The back stairs dumped Fiona out into the black and white tiled kitchen where Belladonna stood at her food bowl, munching away. Fiona frowned at the cat wondering how she had beat her to the kitchen without passing her on the stairs as she raced over to the pantry to get her test kit.  
    “ There you are.” Celeste appeared in the doorway and Fiona noticed the worry on her face. “I heard about Morgan in town so I put Diana in charge of the yoga studio and came right home. I yelled all over the house for you, but you didn’t answer. Where were you?”
    Fiona turned holding up the necklace, “In the attic.”  
    Celeste looked at the ceiling. “You went up there alone?”
    “It was the only way I could think of to find something we could use to secure a lawyer for Morgan. It’s not so bad up there, really.” Fiona shrugged.
    Fiona took her test kit and the necklace back into the kitchen and set them on the large island in the center. The spacious kitchen had been built sometime in the mid-1800s and still had the original dark cabinets offset by white marble counters. Stainless steel appliances were a newer addition as was the island which had a sink in the center. It had chairs setup on one side and the sisters spent many hours there, chatting and eating.
    “So, what happened with Morgan?” Celeste plopped herself down cross legged in the chair on the other side of the island. She ran her hand nervously through her short white-blonde hair while Fiona recounted the mornings events.
    “She’s still in jail? Can they even do that without concrete evidence?” Celeste’s ice-blue eyes narrowed and she worried her bottom lip.
    “I don’t know if they can , but they have . Sheriff Overton doesn’t seem to like us much.”
    “Tell me about it,” Celeste said, making a face. “But the new guy, Jake I think his name is, seems kind of nice.”
    Fiona felt her stomach do a little flip at the mention of Jake. What was that all about? She ignored it and started cleaning off a section of the necklace, then clipped the alligator clip from her gold tester to it.
    “So what’s up with the necklace?” Celeste asked.
    “We need to get Morgan a lawyer, but, since we have