The Missing Piece: Part Five

By: Meagan Edwards

As I walked into the interrogation room and sat in the cold hard chair, I scoffed. It was such a preposterous idea that I could steal such a painting. I mean, when would I find the time? I couldn’t believe the police would interrupt my busy schedule for such a ridiculous matter as this. I had clients to meet with, phone calls to take, and meetings to attend. With my insurance business doing so well, there simply wouldn’t be any need for me to steal such a valuable work of art.

The detective burst into the room looking familiar but angry and disgruntled. Impatiently, he asked why I had been at the museum, and I answered as truthfully as I could manage.

“I was taking a client out for a sort of… treat. This particular client was a fan of the arts, and I thought I’d take him to the museum to discuss some of his private business affairs afterward.

“Only, right when we got to a rather stunning painting, the ringing of his cell phone encompassed my ears, and he had to excuse himself to take the call. It seemed important as he did not return. By this time of night, the museum halls were practically empty except for me and a couple others. Realizing my client would not return, I left.”

The detective then inquired more on my client but seemed disappointed by this possibility. I couldn’t imagine being able to pull off a job like stealing a painting as masterfully done as that one. Whoever did complete the feat must have known what they were doing and known how to do it well.