"The second time then?"
"Yes, I know who took it the second time."
"Who?"
"You."
She laughed without confusion and, turning from him, went toward the fireplace, resting one bare arm on the mantel, the red splash of the ruby showing like a flare of anger against her cheek. She looked back at McKenna, who had not moved, saying with an admonishing shake of her head:
"McKenna, you are guessing."
"It's a good guess."
"Let me hear your theory."
"It is not a theory today."
"Indeed?"