Jane replaces the piece of mail where she found it and picked up her flash light. She's not the type to believe in cover for herself but for other people that's just fine.
She takes a step back from the coffee table and is about to back track through the back door when something catches her eye. She moves over and kneels next to a potted pant and peers under the stand clicking on her flash light. "Hello what's this?"
She reaches carefully and pulls out an earring. She looks it over then pulls out a small bag and drops it in making a tsking sound. "People just don't know how to clean up after themselves. Catch, hero. It belongs to the chick. Mrs Olson couldn't wear jewelry, she was allergic to silver and gold."
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