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Georgina chuckled, a dry, papery sound. “Oh, I know. Horrible man. Chews with his mouth open and has the emotional intelligence of a potted fern. But he gave it to my goddaughter, and she gave it to me for safekeeping. She’s young. She made a foolish choice in lovers, not in loot. I won’t see her charged with theft.”

“You tell me the truth about the other item.” klara devine & georgina gee

“That was you,” Klara whispered. “The bookshop. The Resistance.” Georgina chuckled, a dry, papery sound

Six months ago, the ruby had been stolen from the Devine Family Trust. The thief? A charmingly corrupt earl who had since fled to a non-extradition country. But before he fled, he’d given the ruby to his lover. And his lover was Georgina’s goddaughter. The trail had gone cold until last week, when a mutual acquaintance let slip that Georgina Gee never, ever sold a gift. She wore them all, layered like battle armor. Chews with his mouth open and has the

Georgina gave a slow, deliberate blink. “Some secrets are worth more than any ruby. You came here to steal a stone. I am giving you a chance to earn a story. Keep my diary out of your report. Leave my goddaughter’s name in the footnotes of history. And in return…” She unclasped the beaded bag and pressed a small velvet pouch into Klara’s palm. “The Star of Myrrha, returned to its rightful home. No fuss. No police. Just two old thieves—one young, one ancient—doing a quiet deal under a beech tree.”

Klara closed her fingers around the pouch. She could feel the hard, warm weight of the ruby through the velvet. “You could have sold it. Hidden it better. Why give it back?”