Chapter 192

The person on the other end gave me an address and hung up. I checked WeChat—yep, they’d sent over the receipt and a photo of the broken necklace. Definitely a real client. George Harrison and I turned the car around toward the location. Looked like it was one of those swanky five-star restaurants. When we got there, I noticed George yawning, so I said, “They’re not here yet, and if the necklace needs fixing, they might want to talk through some requests. You stay down here and take a break. I’ll try to be quick.” George stretched and grinned. “No problem. My awesome sister’s got this. Go on.” Phone in hand, I got out of the car. It was already dark. I headed upstairs and told the receptionist the room number—she led the way. From a distance, I could see it was a private room. I pushed the door open. The lights were off. I fumbled around on the wall for the switch and flipped it on before shutting the door behind me. The room was nicely set up—not just dining space but also a couch and