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

kicks from stealing from people. Give me a chance to look into this, okay?”
    Tamrin nodded. “Thank you,” she said stiffly. Jaymin watched as she moved easily away from him and walked out of the office. He didn’t bother going after her.
    Kaz was right. There was something strange about that family, and he wasn’t going to rest until he got to the bottom of it. If Tamrin was using him, he would never be able to forgive himself.

11
    J aymin couldn’t sleep . It was well after midnight, and he did have a meeting in the morning, but he couldn’t shake the feeling that he was missing something. Tossing and turning in bed, he finally sighed in frustration and got up. As he padded barefoot across the carpet, he made his way back to his office and opened his laptop. The light from the screen cut through the darkness, and he squinted at the harshness. Once his eyes adjusted, he opened the video footage from the event and settled back once again.
    When the woman with the black hair streaked across the video, he paused it and leaned forward. Her head was turned from the camera to hide her face, as if she knew the cameras were there, and she was dressed in a catering uniform, but Jaymin couldn’t help but think that there was something familiar about her. At the top of the screen, Tamrin was speaking to someone else while her fingers caressed her amulet.
    Turning off the video, Jaymin opened up the additional files that Kaz recently sent on the family. As he scrolled through her medical records, he stopped at the birth certificate, noting the name of her mother. Sari Lewis. Curious as to how she died, he typed the name into an Internet search box and sat back as he read the article that popped up. Sari Lewis had died in a car accident, leaving behind her husband and ten-year-old daughter, Tamara Lewis.
    It must have been a typo, but Jaymin pulled up the birth certificate just to make sure. She was indeed born Tamrin Lewis. Still, it seemed odd that the article would get the name of the child wrong.
    It was probably nothing, but it bothered him, so he shrugged and typed Tamara Lewis into the search box. There were way too many social media profiles and articles with the name Tamara Lewis to go through them all. Deleting the search, he instead pulled up the medical database from the local hospitals and typed in the name. There was no record of Tamara Lewis.
    Pursing his lips, he sat back and tapped his fingers on the desk. Just because the Lewis family had a run-in with Negatin didn’t mean that she was lying to him. He should just drop the whole search, pay them for their troubles, and send them on their way. But he still couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong.
    Almost absently, he typed Tamrin Lewis into the hospital records and pulled up the same birth certificate, vaccination records, and medical history. With a frown, he noticed some anomalies. She’d been vaccinated twice for mandatory shots before and during school.
    That was odd. Clicking on the records, he noticed that there were notes attached to the files. Apparently, Tamrin was somewhat of a con artist. As a child, she’d somehow skipped out on her first round of shots, and when her father found out, he stood there to make sure that she got her second round. The nurse even checked to make sure that there were no needle marks.
    Just once or twice would be one thing, but they were attached to all her records. It wasn’t unusual for nurses to give the shots without checking the records, but it seemed strange that her father wouldn’t have been more adamant about it during her first round.
    “Strange but not incriminating,” he muttered to himself. Clicking through, he checked out the rest of her history. She’d broken her arm when she was twelve, and her father rushed her to the hospital when she was fourteen with a high fever. When she was fifteen, she’d had surgery to get a cyst removed from her back, and her last trip to the ER was a sprained