The Bride Asked for My Taste. I Gave Her a Wedding Gift She Couldn’t Return.

with inventory.

I made coffee. I opened a spreadsheet. I labeled the first column: Gift.

The second: Source.

The third: Crime.

Then I began.

CHAPTER 2: SILENCE IN A DIAMOND ROOM

Naomi Chen’s office was on the forty-second floor of a glass tower in Midtown, but it felt more like a chapel than a law firm.

No flowers. No clutter. No family photographs.

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