Brendan was dismissive, a thread of arrogance running through his voice. "We're husband and wife. What's hers is mine. If I say it's yours, no one can stop me."
"Then I hope you'll both say that to the police when they get here."
I held up my phone and gave it a little shake. The screen glowed with an active call, and the number on it was 911.
"You—" Brendan rushed over in a panic, snatched my phone, and hurled it to the ground. It shattered into pieces on impact. "Debbie, do you really have to be this ruthless?"
That phone was the matching couple's set he'd given me at the start of the year, covered in crystal charms. He'd told me our love would outlast every diamond on it.
"All I know is that someone stole a suit I paid a fortune for. Either replace it with a brand-new one, or pay up."
Even though I already knew where Brendan's loyalties lay, watching him panic on Cindy's behalf still sent a sharp ache through my chest.
I swallowed the lump in my throat and kept my voice cold. "Cindy, are you going to hand it over willingly, or would you rather I take you to court?"
"Enough."
Brendan stood up, his expression dark. "I'll pay for her."