“Hello?” I tried to keep the irritation out of my voice. I guess all the inconvenience was my own fault. After all, becoming a detective means signing up for everyone’s problems even if they come at midnight.
“Rory, I need your help. My diamond was stolen.”
When Detective Greywood gets a midnight case from a forgetful friend, he thinks it’s just another robbery. But when he learns his client stored the world’s eighth largest diamond in a highly secure bank vault, he knows there must be much more to the case. Only the owner himself could retrieve the diamond.
A short story containing odd friends, two eventful dinner parties, and a coffee fueled detective.