Mara called the hotel that had hosted the event, pretending to be planning a family anniversary. She asked casually about recommended vendors and entertainment. The receptionist politely demurred but mentioned the arts foundation had handled all guest arrangements. It was a breadcrumb, but it was something.
She clicked through the foundation’s “About Us” page, scanning photographs of board members and donors. Their smiles were polished, their biographies littered with corporate titles. Could one of them have invited the necklace’s owner? She bookmarked the list, uncertain what she’d do with it next.