there and found your purse inside.â She took the purse from him and clutched it to her body. âThanks for bringing it over.â He inclined his head toward her. âYouâd better check it out and see whatâs missing.â âOkay.â She hurried back to her chair behind her desk and opened the purse. Matt slid into the chair across from her. âWe kept a list of everything we found inside. We need you to tell us what was stolen.â Rachel did a quick inventory and glanced up at Matt. âMy cash is gone, but it was only about thirty dollars. My credit card is missing, but I called and reported it stolen this afternoon. Thank goodness my cell phone and driverâs license are here. The only other thing I canât find is the necklace my mother gave me when I graduated from college. The clasp was broken and I was going to take it to the jeweler on my lunch hour. I sure do hate to lose that.â Matt nodded. âWhat does it look like?â âItâs a sterling silver cross set with diamonds and hangs on an eighteen-inch chain. It always reminded me of my mother and sister. Iâll miss not having it around my neck.â Sadness flickered in Mattâs eyes. âIâm sorry. Iâll put out a description to all the pawnshops in town. We might get lucky and be able to return it to you.â Rachel smiled. âI appreciate that. My sister, Cara, will be so upset when she finds out it was stolen.â âIs it an expensive necklace?â Rachel shook her head. âNot really. Itâs the sentiment behind it that makes it special. Every time Cara saw it she would tell everybody that it was a sign that I went to college. I suppose it was special to her because deep in her heart she realized she could never do that.â Matt tilted his head and frowned. âYour sister couldnât go to college? Why?â Rachel took a deep breath and wondered how Matt would respond when she told him. âWell, you see, she couldnât go because Cara has mental and physical disabilities.â Mattâs eyes grew large. âSheâs a mentally challenged child?â Rachel laughed. âYes, but sheâs not a child anymore. Sheâs ten years younger than I am, but sheâs my best friend.â âIt must be nice having a sister. Iâm an only child.â Rachel took a deep breath and stood. âI have to admit, when I was younger I sometimes wished I could be an only child, but I wouldnât give up Cara for anything.â Mattâs solemn stare made her wonder what he thought about the revelation about her sister. If he was anything like the guys sheâd known in the past, he would find some excuse to hurry off. She waited for him to rise and tell her something had come up and he wouldnât be able to take her to the ballet Saturday night. Matt stared at her a moment longer before he glanced at his watch. âI didnât know it was getting so late. Are you hungry? We could go grab something to eat before itâs time to meet your source. How about it?â Rachelâs heart soared. âIâd like that.â He glanced at his watch. âI need to go back to the station and finish up some loose ends there. How about we meet in an hour?â A chime from Rachelâs computer alerted her that an email had just arrived. She frowned. âThatâs from my editor. He always finds something else for me to do just before itâs time for me to leave. Let me see what he wants. This may take some time.â Matt pulled a notepad and pen from his pocket, scribbled something on it and pushed the paper across her desk. âThis is my cell phone number. Call me when you get ready to leave and Iâll meet you in front of the police station.â He hesitated. âThat is, unless youâd prefer I drive.â She laughed and stood up. âItâs the least I can do. Especially