byDetective Kaye Cummings shielded her eyes from the morning sun’s glare off the snow as she carefully walked up the steps of the jewelry store entrance. The early-spring sunshine and warmth offered a welcome change from the previous night’s heavy snowfall and chilly temperatures.
Feeling a wave of heat as she stepped into the store, Kaye was greeted by a slender, silver-haired woman dressed in a navy designer blazer and grey flannel slacks. “Officer, I’m glad you could come so quickly,” said the woman. “I’m Abigail Beecher, the owner.”
Kaye flashed her badge. “Detective Cummings. My dispatcher said you reported a robbery.”
“That’s correct,” said Abigail, “but I confess I’m a little embarrassed to have called the police for such a minor theft.”
“Minor?”
Abigail Beecher gestured toward
