The Sheikh's Amulet (Sheikh's Wedding Bet Series Book 3) by Leslie North Page A

detail to the airport and released him after that.”
    “What?” Jaymin whipped his head around and stared at Kaz. “Who the hell authorized that?”
    “Your father. When I couldn’t get ahold of you, I called him. At the time, we were only holding him to protect him, and the crowned sheikh said we could release him.”
    “It’s just as well. We probably wouldn’t get any information from him anyway. Get someone to escort Tamrin here. And when I say someone, I mean someone from the staff. She’s not a suspect until I say she is,” he said tightly.
    “Jaymin,” Kaz said softly. “I would strongly recommend that you order Sean Lewis back.”
    “When I want Sean Lewis brought back, I’ll have him brought back,” Jaymin said with a hard look. Kaz nodded and left the room. In frustration, Jaymin turned on the computer and brought up the file the family had on Anton Negatin. The man had plagued them for months now. First, the man stole Solomon’s Diamond from Masoud, and his brother nearly lost his life trying to retrieve it. Negatin was supposed to be in Interpol custody after that, but he escaped and stole Bathsheba’s Crown from Adil. Now Jaymin had to assume that the man also stole the Menalik amulet from Tamrin.
    Only he had a horrible feeling that it wasn’t that clear cut.
    “You wanted to see me?”
    He looked up to see Tamrin standing stiffly in the doorway. She had changed from her dress to a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. For some reason, she didn’t even begin to resemble the woman who’d made passionate love to him all weekend.
    “Have a seat,” he said in a gentle voice. He got up and leaned against the desk so that he could be near her again. “We’ve uncovered some information about the shooting.”
    “Really? You know who it is?”
    Reaching over, Jaymin spun the laptop around so that she could see the profile picture. “Do you know this man?”
    A flicker of recognition lit her eyes when they swept over the picture, but she shook her head. “No. Should I?”
    Angry, Jaymin pushed away. “Did you just lie to me?”
    Tamrin’s eye’s widened, and she bit her bottom lip. “His name is Anton Negatin, and he’s a collector of rare antiquities. A couple of months ago, my father sold him a set of scrolls that are supposed to date back to the early years of Christianity.”
    “So you do know him. Why the hell did you just lie about it?”
    “After my father made the deal, I did some research. The collector is also a thief, and he’s wanted across the world. I didn’t want you to know that we had associated with someone like that. My father made a mistake.”
    “Anton may be a thief, but he’s also a killer when someone stands in his way. There’s something that you’re not telling me,” Jaymin said as he tried to get control of his anger.
    Tamrin rubbed her hands together and looked down. “The transaction went smoothly, but after a few weeks, Negatin came back with a horrid accusation. He thought the scrolls were fake. My father thought he was trying to con more money out of us, but when he showed us the evidence, it was irrefutable. The scrolls were fake.”
    “And your father didn’t return the money.”
    “He told me that he did, but I guess he lied to me. I don’t know why he would try to kill us. It’s not like he can get the money back from us if we’re dead!”
    She was scared. Jaymin reached over to touch her and reassure her, but she recoiled as if he slapped her. “Tamrin. I said that I would protect you, and I meant it.”
    Instead of leaning into him, she stood and pushed her chair back. “I appreciate the offer, and I’m sorry that we’ve brought this to your front door. I’ll call my father and see if we can’t get this taken care of immediately.”
    She sounded so distant. “Tamrin, this isn’t the first time that my family has dealt with Negatin. He doesn’t only buy artifacts. There is a good chance that those scrolls are real. Negatin gets his