“I’ll pay all expenses of the trip and give you twenty thousand dollars cash when you bring the ring back to me,” he said.
“But I’m not a detective, I’ve never done anything like this before, I wouldn’t even know how to start going about it,” I replied.
“That’s just the point,” he came back. “I don’t want or need a detective. I couldn’t stand the scandal, if word got out about this, I’d be ruined. It would be meaningless to even get the ring back.”
He went on to explain that the twelve carat ruby ring had been given to him by a millionaire uncle from Europe and that the uncle was expected in California next month. If he didn’t have the ring on his finger, he’d lose his entire inheritance from the uncle.
I mumbled something about this sounding awfully silly. Such a fuss over one ring.