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 Category:  Mystery and Crime Fiction
  Posted: October 28, 2020      Views: 8

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Chapter 1 of the book Clara Carter cracks the case
A robbery but do the police have the right man?
"The jewelry store robbery" by Anne-Marie brison

Clara Carter sat at the kitchen table doing her math homework.
Chewing on the end of her stubby pencil, Clara glanced at the kitchen clock. 7:58 it read. Clara was surprised her dad wasn't home yet, usually he was home around 7:30, and it was already nearly eight.

"Ugh, what on Earth could be keeping him?" Clara wondered out loud.

" He probably has an important case to work on." Answered her mom, coming in just then. Mrs. Carter was a petite young woman with honey blonde hair and big dreamy eyes the color of chocolate.

She leaned over and planted a kiss on her daughter's messy black curls.

" How's that math paper going?" She asked. Clara grimaced,
" Don't ask!" She muttered.

Just then the front door opened and Mr. Carter strolled in, his shiny golden police badge catching the light from the overhanging lamp.

"Sorry I'm late," he apologized. After kissing his wife and daughter hello, he leaned into the fridge and helped himself to a can of beer.

" Oh, do tell us about your day and all the challenging cases you worked on." Begged Clara, her eyes shinning.

Mr. Carter grinned, sipped his beer, the sat down across from Clara, he steeple his fingers together before beginning.

" I was just about to leave for the day when we got a call, Rod and Perry's jewelry store was robbed."

" Oh, go on dad!" Said Clara breathlessly.

" Mr. Perry was. There when it happened," he continued, secretly amused at his daughter's excitement. She would make an incredible police detective one day, of that he was certain.

"He said a man wearing a long brown coat and a black ski mask came in and held him at gun point while he robbed the store."

" Mr. Perry is sure it was Jimmy Trestle, you know, the Mason's visiting cousin."

" He said he recognized the scull and crossbones tattoo on Jimmy's forearm."

He took another sip before continuing.

" We picked up Jimmy immediately. He insists he's innocent, but he hasn't a solid alibi." He frowned and fingered the rim of his bottle.

" Mr. Trestle seems like a fine young man, I just can't believe he would do something like that."

Suddenly Clara smiled.

"Don't worry dad, Mr. Trestle didn't rob the store, Mr. Perry did, and like every criminal, he made one big mistake!

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