He didn’t even know what a brooch was. How could he? The kid was only twelve.
But when he saw someone had papered downtown with posters of the missing hunk of jewelry, Calvin was intrigued. That all-important word – reward – had caught his attention. And then by dumb luck he stumbled across the ugly trinket days later.
That’s where his good fortune ended.
The old lady stiffed him. She snatched her brooch back but wouldn’t fork over the cash.
So now Calvin stood in her front yard just after midnight, a heavy stone in hand.
Only one question remained: which window?
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