“You don’t even know what thirty million is, yet you’re bragging!”
Marcus’s face showed he believed her. With a final shove, the prized painting fell as its frame broke. The little boy jumped on the canvas, stomping it into pieces. Within minutes, the painting was destroyed.
Yvonne did not join the smashing. Instead, she slipped into my parents’ bedroom while everyone else was distracted. When she came back out, her hands were full of my mother’s jewelry. Her eyes were wet with greedy excitement.
I was about to rush at her when a firm voice came from the doorway and several police officers hurried in.
“Who called the police?” one of them demanded.
