Daisy lay on her bed with Bug snoring happily beside her. She hated to admit it but feeling him there was a comfort. How could so much change in twenty-four hours, Daisy wondered. She had managed to let two men treat her like an idiot. Perhaps that was the bottom line: she was an idiot. One minute she was having fun with Guillaume and supposedly going off on a romantic boat ride and the next he was in a police cell and she was here alone. Guillaume was only using her as cover for his smuggling operation.

Max must have been laughing at her behind her back; he had known all along the locket was nothing to do with her mother. All the times she talked to him about it being the crucial link to what happened and all the while he had known it was a red herring. How could he have kept that from her? How could he have let her waffle on like a deranged fool? It was cruel and unnecessary.

Daisy rolled over and studied the calendar. It was early March. She had less than four months until her sentence in Ottercombe Bay was over. With the locket returned to Pasco it seemed there was no mystery to solve. If she kept repeating that to herself over the next few months then she could walk away from Ottercombe Bay having laid her mother properly to rest forever.