Morning all. I think I had more beef over the last few days than I have had in well over a month. Today is going to be a veg-tastic day. I find myself craving salad to make up for the beef. It was good, it was just more than my belly is used to. But salad lunch later, for now, we write. Timers at the ready and off we go.
Oh I smell a diamond heist in the making. So much fun. So many ways I can take this.
Tuesday, March 19th: The gemstones sparkled in the light.
The gemstones sparkled in the light. “Those can’t be real,” Ian said. Maria laned in.
“|They look real,” she said. Ian looked at her. She had a slightly puzzled look on her face as though she wasn’t sure.
“You think?” he asked.
She shrugged. “Maybe. We’d have to ask someone to um…get them appraised or something.” She looked back at him tearing her eyes away from the velvet cloth.
“Maybe we should go ask,” he said. He pulled the cloth together hiding the stones in the folds before tucking it into the crown royal bag he pulled it out of. He looked in the drawer of the old dresser and saw there were several more bags. He did a quick count and came up with eight additional bags. He felt nerves flutter in his belly.
He and Maria decided to buy a storage unit on more or less a whim. They happened upon the same when on their way back from visiting his grandfather and it seemed like a good way to change the mood. He thought they might get some furniture he could restore or at least tinker with in his workshop. He suspected he would laugh at old out of date magazines and possibly even complain about the waste of money. The bags however made him nervous. Ian swung his back pack off of his shoulder and put all of the crown royal bags into it without bothering to look. Seeing those stones, real or not, gave him a strange feeling. Like opening a box of cornflakes and finding gold dust It wasn’t a bad thing, but it wasn’t all together comfortable.
“Maybe we had better go.” Ian said. He looked over the rest of the unit as he closed the drawer. “A lot of this furniture I can work with at the shop, but I’ll need to come back with a trailer to clear it out.”
“Okay,” Maria said. Ian wasn’t sure if she was as freaked out as he was or if she was bored now that the excitement of the auction was done. She enjoyed the bidding and the competition. Not that there had been much competition. It was a unit that looked like it had heavy wooden furniture, out of date by a few decades but not old enough to be considered antique. As he liked to tinker with such things, Ian bid.
There was one other bid but when Ian trumped him, the other bid fell away and the pack of people moved on. Ian and Maria lingered with the rest, but given that there was more than enough in his unit, he didn’t bother bidding on anything else. He and Maia just watched the others.
The two of them stepped out of the unit and brought the door down. Ian slipped a lock into the holes to keep it shut. He happened to have an extra combination lock in with the mixed box of stuff in the back of his truck and it worked well. As Ian kept the box of loose, possibly useful items around just in case it became useful, he found himself pleased to have the lock there.
Other than the bx cutter, nothing else had proved its worth yet. The two of them walked back to the truck and Ian found himself absurdly hoping that the stones were fake. If they were real, it would bring a whole lot of questions. ‘And who would leave real stones in a storage locker only to abandon them?’
Ten til Midnight 