The Thief

Chapter 1

I find myself sitting in the same quiet diner every dreadful morning. My appearance is the same. Medium brown hair, pale hazel eyes that stare into a warm cup of steaming tea, the mouth of a man that is bored of the same routine. Just starting off as a private detective was extremely difficult. The pay came in slow, since I only solved one case. While the second one I was in the process of coming closer to the mystery the victim was struck by a bus while attempting to crossing third street drunk.

There was I reason I was here this morning. The night before my phone rang violently, the soft female voice on the other end arranged a confrontational discussion with me. I was expecting her at any moment. Just like every morning lately it was cold, dark, and also rainy. Whoever walked by had a miserable look upon their soaked face as water dripped off the brim of every fedora.

As the clear heavy door swung opened the bell rang. I peaked over too see who has entered. I was aghast to see a short young red-headed woman approaching me. Her eyes were dark brown, I could tell she's been through a lot from them. She had a slight grin. It made me grin as well, which is rare for a person with little emotion. Before I know it she was sitting in front of me.

"Hello sir, my names Christina Lotto. I was the one that called about the problem." She spoke nervously, with a quiet tone.
"Pleased to meet you, was it Christina?"
"Yes sir, and your name if you don't mind me asking?"
"Carter Gamble. Now let's get this straight. You need help? Why not go to the police?" I asked to understand the seriousness of the situation.
"I have. They started in the case and closed it because of the lack of evidence." She spoke even quieter than before. As if someone was listening.
"Okay, now the problem." I asked with a more calming tone.
"I had a necklace my great grandmother passed down too the oldest grandchild in each generation. It was valued at $450,000. My sister was found dead the same evening the necklace went missing. The police believe she sold the necklace too pay off debts she had built up. They also believe she felt guilty for her actions and she shot herself. That's not something Bailey would of done." She started too cry half way through the explanation.
"So you believe she was murdered?"
"Yes. I need you to figure this out for myself and my family. I have money, items, anything you need I can get. Please Mr. Gamble, you're myasthenia resort!" Drastically and wishfully she begged me too do the task.
"I'll help. Don't worry about the payment until after this is settled. I will call you tomorrow after noon so we can meet again and discuss the rest of the details." I almost got excited too the though of solving such a serious case.
"That will work Mr. Gamble. I'll be expecting the call. My family and I great appreciate your services." Grateful she spoke.
"Just call me Carter. Have a good rest of the day. My pleasure too meet you Miss lotto." She stood up from the wobbly table and nodded her head. The way she walked away made it hard too take my eyes off of her flawless body. I slammed the rest of my coffee while planning my next step.