Day 80, Chapter 80
Sarah panned her light over the antique furnishings and cabbage-rose wallpaper, then hit the dresser with her beam. She was ready to go through the drawers when she saw a dark figure with a light. “Jeez! Who?” she squealed, then realized that it was her own reflection in the mirror.
Sarah, get a grip.
She flicked her beam back around the room and picked up a dull gold gleam on top of the vanity. She moved closer and saw a mass of jewelry, just tons of it, lying on the warm cherrywood surface.
Suspicious? No. It’s perfectly normal for a wealthy socialite to leave a huge pile of jewelry on their bedroom dresser, especially if there’s been a rash of home break-ins in their neighborhood. Hell, why not leave the window unlocked, right? Who’s gonna climb up there and steal your pile of gold? A cat burglar? Just have your party downstairs and nothing will happen. If I were Sarah, I would have no concerns whatsoever. Perfectly normal. You can see how confident she is after sweeping the pile of gold into her bag:
She pulled the hem of her neon-green T-shirt out of her pants as she came out of the shadows onto a street she didn’t know.
Feeling nauseous and desperate, Sarah stripped off her other shoe and her socks and left them in a trash can at the edge of a driveway…
Then – and this is where it gets really funny – she realizes that her car keys were in her bag of tools that she tossed in a dumpster and her wallet is locked in the car. Hahaha! Good luck!
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