The Theif
As I walked outside into the unusally cold, November night I glanced
at my watch. It was 11 P.M. Questions began to float through my mind.
Should I head down that way? I still had two hours left, what should I
do while I was waiting? Was that man telling the truth? Should I just
head home and look at the all the paper work? Should I call for
backup? Who can I trust?
I decided to head to the docks on 12th street and look through the
file while I was waiting for 1 A.M. The night fog grew thicker as I
approached my destination, cup of coffee in one hand and the files in
the other. The steam from my coffee warmed my face. I was going to
need the caffine, figured it would be a long night.
As I entered the alley way I saw someone running from the docks.
mysterious figure was clothed in black, head to toe. I dropped
everything to chase but couldn't catch him because he jumped into a
waiting car. I realized that it was only midnight, so this couldn't
have been who I was waiting for. Must have been a drug deal
interrupted.
I was walking back to pick up my papers when I noticed a cloth bag on
a barrel. I walked toward it and I saw the design of the museum
stitched into the bag. To my surprise I opened it up and found the
diamond.
I ask the paculiar man where this note came from;however, he acted
just as surprised as me. I continued to interagate him with no luck. I
took the papers and stormed out of City Hall.
