The morning sun rose high in the sky as the clouds parted away and the chilly rainy night came to an end. Lyric took the coffee mug from beneath the cappuccino maker and pulled over the chair to the coffee table. She raised the trivet mat to obscure the sunlight coming from the glass window. Thievery of the Purple Diamond of Mr. Francis! She read the tittle of the newspaper headline. The term felt familiar to her. She turned around to her husband who was too filling his mug with cappuccino. “Cliff! Wasn’t this jewel present at the party yesterday?” Clifford,