Chapter II: Curtis

            I am ashamed to admit my first thought at seeing the missing heirloom was there was no chance in selling it if it was missing.  No, I wasn’t planning on selling a gift from my grandma but I was also aware of the potential value.  Which made me acutely aware of the loss.  In essence, I had been robbed! 

            That was my initial human reaction.  But I recovered before making a scene.  I silently regained my composure so that I could exchange the necessary politeness a social gathering required.  This dinner just earned a new obligation.  I was going to have to don the hat of a private investigator to figure out where my inheritance was at currently.  Hopefully, it had just been moved (another hopeful thought) for its safety and was awaiting (one more hopeful thought) me to retrieve it.  I refused to panic quite yet.  Besides, if I threw a fuss and caused a scene the others would question me and somehow probably find out about the value of the figurine.  I mean, it took me less than five minutes on Google.  Again, I must express the fact that the value does not matter to me.  But it might look suspicious.  Better to keep the value to myself and conduct a private investigation.