Blackmoore Sisters 01-Dead Wrong Read Online Free Page A

no money, I thought maybe we could find something in the attic we could sell …” Fiona let her voice trail off and looked up to judge Celeste’s reaction but her sister retained her usual calm demeanor.  
    “It sure is pretty,” Celeste said, leaning over the island to get a better look. “I wonder which one of our relatives it belonged to.”
    Fiona didn’t have an answer, so she turned the gold tester on and filled the well with testing acid, then dipped the section of necklace in. Both sisters held their breath while they waited for the machine to tell them if it was real gold or not.
    Fiona felt her heart skip a beat when the machine beeped and the light lit up. The necklace was 18K gold.
    “Nice!” Celeste raised her hand up and Fiona slapped her palm in a high five.
    “So what’s your plan?”
    Fiona looked up from the task of packing up the test kit. “I think I know how we can raise the money for Morgan’s lawyer without actually having to sell the necklace, but I need you and Jolene to give it the thumbs up,” she said. “Where is our little sister?”  
    Celeste pushed her brows together. “I haven’t seen her.”
    Fiona bit her lower lip. Her youngest sister, Jolene, had been a hand full since their mother had jumped to her death from the cliff behind their house four years ago. The poor girl had only been fourteen. It had affected all the girls deeply, but Jolene was hurt the most at her young age.  
    Fiona, Celeste and Morgan had tried to raise her as best they could, but Celeste had only been nineteen, herself. Morgan and Fiona had been in their late twenties and had tried to share the role of mothering between them.  
    Jolene had been a terror in her teenage years, which likely contributed to the dislike Sheriff Overton had for the whole family. But since she’d turned eighteen a few months ago, Fiona had started to see a change in her. She guessed she was finally growing up.  
    Still, it worried her that they didn’t know where Jolene was, she was supposed to either be home or let one of them know where she was if she went out.
    As if summoned by magic, Jolene suddenly came sauntering in from the living room, head down, bopping to the music that blared so loudly from her ear buds that Fiona could hear it on the other side of the room.  
    Fiona felt a nudge of annoyance when the girl didn’t even look up at either of them.
    “Jolene,” she said but the girl continued on her path to the pantry without even stopping.
    “ Jolene! ” Fiona yelled eliciting a startled look from the teen who swiveled her head in Fiona’s direction, then reached up to pull out an ear bud.
    “Oh. Hi. Sorry, didn’t see you there.” Jolene shrugged an apology then shifted her gaze between her two sisters. “Wassup?”
    “It’s about Morgan.” Fiona saw Jolene’s eyes grow wide. The ice-blue color looked startling against her pale face and chocolate brown hair. Fiona marveled at how all four of the sisters had the same color eyes — a family trait shared by many Blackmoore women — but all had different hair and coloring.
    “What? Did something happen to her?” Jolene swiveled her head between the two sisters.
    “Sort of,” Fiona said. Then she repeated the story of Morgan’s arrest while Jolene listened intently, her frown growing deeper and deeper.
    “They’re keeping her in jail?   That Overton is really a jerk.”
    Normally Fiona would have told her not to say bad things about others, but this time she couldn’t really argue, he was a jerk.
    “Don’t worry. We’re getting her out this afternoon. I want to hire Delphine Jones to represent Morgan, but she needs a $5000 retainer just to take the case.”
    Celeste gasped. “Where are we going to get five grand?”
    “That’s where this comes in.” Fiona held the necklace up, dangling it from her fingers.  
    Jolene raised her eyebrows. “Where’d you get that?”  
    “In the attic.”
    Fiona saw Jolene shudder. “Mom always