She’d gone into that evidence room compelled by some strange force to take a look at the mysterious stone. And when she’d lifted the diamond out of the box and held it to the light, luminous shafts had darted out, picking up a rainbow of colors from green to gold to champagne. It had clean stolen her breath.
Along with her mind.
Overcome by a strangely powerful impulse, Rita had slipped The Tears of the Quetzal into her pocket, locked the door and gone home.
And now The Tears of the Quetzal was missing…