The Gem of Tel Aviv

Hello, my name is detective Marilyn Joe Cross. I’m the only woman in my detective unit; there are four other men in the unit with me. I live in Auburn California, a city with a population of about 13,997. When Sergeant Cooper gave me the usual missing jewelry case I never expected what would happen next. It all started on May 9th, 2017.

The day started out normally, with the guys scoffing and making fun of me. Detective Gordon Lincoln even went as far as to say “Ha! You can’t be a detective, you’re a woman! Go get an easier job, like a crossing guard!” Gordon was the most against me being in the unit. Detective Victor Chase is the unit’s “golden boy”. The whole town knows and loves him; he always acts like he’s perfect. Detective Pete Lambert is the only one who stops the rest of the guys from getting too rough with their scoffing. Sergeant Cooper keeps an extra close eye on me and says I’m lucky to be in the unit.

We were all sitting around when over the speaker Sergeant Cooper asked us to come to his office so he could assign us to our next job. He assigned Lambert and Chase to a missing person case; after they left Sergeant Cooper’s office he told me and Lincoln about our case.

“Today I’m assigning you to a very important case and I expect you not to make any mistakes on,” said Cooper. Lincoln and I look at each other worried about what we are getting into. “There was a call from a woman named Mia Smith, she lost a very valuable piece of jewelry, and I expect you to find it” he slides the folder in our direction and continues “here’s all the information you should need” We take the folder and Sergeant Cooper says “What are you sitting around for? Get to work!” We rush out of his office and look at each other. “Well,” Lincoln says “Looks like we have a long case ahead of us”.

So we proceeded to call Ms. Smith, a 35-year-old woman and ask her to come into the office. I sit down with her to get all of the details in person; Lincoln in turn, will be audio recording the conversation for reviewing later.

“So,” I say “when did you lose your necklace?”

“I was mugged in an alleyway! Those men took my necklace and ran!” she replied in a panic.

“Okay, so what did this necklace look like exactly?” I ask.

“It’s a gorgeous big blue diamond pendant! It’s on a Platinum chain, it looks a little like lace, with two diamond hearts on it!” She says and shows me a picture.

“It really is gorgeous, how much is it worth?” I question.

“Oh, it’s worth a pretty penny! It’s worth about $25 million!” she replies.

“2-25 million?!”  I stutter, thrown back by the cost of the missing piece.

“Yes!” she exclaims.

“Where did you get such an expensive piece from?” I ask curiously.

“O-Oh” She stutters suspiciously “It is from my great grandma!”.

“Okay Ms. Smith, I think we have the information we need, thank you”

After shaking her hand and her leaving, Detective Lincoln and I review the information in the folder. There is a sketch of the man and the address of the exact alleyway.  Lincoln and I take a drive over to the alley where she was mugged, it was a deep alley and was dark. We went into the restaurant she claimed she was in that night and I said to the manager

“I’m detective Cross and this is Detective Lincoln, in our current case a woman claims she was mugged behind your restaurant and we would like to review the security footage”

“Uh, oh yeah ok,” the manager says tensely “The camera footage is right down this way” He takes us to his office, “I have to leave, but all the footage you should need is here” he showed us a computer and left rather quickly.

We watched the footage, once we got to the time she was mugged, it cut, “What?! The footage isn’t here!” I said frustratedly

“Someone must have deleted it! Someone that works here deleted the footage or someone snuck in last night.”

Since the building next to it was an apartment building there where no cameras to review what happened that night.

We left disappointed and called it a day. I laid in bed thinking about the details of the case.

A few days go by and we still have no leads, I get the idea to check the secret slang of the diamond district, a paper commonly found. I eagerly flip through the paper to go to the necklace section and find a necklace matching the description and picture she showed us. I informed Lincoln, “I found it!” I said proudly,

After looking at the paper Lincoln said “Now we have to set up a meeting with them, you can be the one to make the transaction”.

“What?! Why me?!” I said worriedly.

Lincoln replied, “Well, wouldn’t it seem less suspicious if a woman is purchasing a huge diamond necklace?!”.

“ugh, I think you’re just too scared!” I reply jokingly.

“am not!”, he said.

“am too!”, I said.

We didn’t realize it but Sergeant Cooper was standing there listing to us argue

“am no-” Lincon says, getting cut off by Mr. Cooper

“Detectives! Stop arguing so childishly! Get back to work! I was told you have located the necklace and need backup when you set up a transaction with the thief?”

“Y-Yes sir” I reply, embarrassed by the fact that Mr. Cooper was standing there the whole time.

“Let me see this evidence then!” He said, in a stern voice.

I show him the paper and he sets up the transaction to be in the same alleyway the mugging had happened for the next day.

I dress in almost all black, as instructed by the seller. Running about 5 minutes late I rush to the back of the alley, it’s very dark and damp. I see the man, standing there with a mask over his face,

 “Your five minutes late!” he growls

“Yeah, yeah, just show me the necklace,” I say, repeating the words we had rehearsed the previous afternoon.

“Your a feisty one ain’t ya?!” he says, pulling out the gorgeous necklace out off his jacket pocket.

“Let me see it,” I say, holding my hand out.

“Ha! You think I’m stupid, don’t you? Nice try lady, hand over the money first” He says.

I hand over the black briefcase to him, with the necklace still in his hand he opens the briefcase. I snatch the necklace from his weak hand and run, before he can catch me Lincoln and Chase tackle him to the ground.

“I can’t believe this! It was all a setup!” he says, in his gruff voice.

While Lambert reads the thief the Miranda rights, Sergeant Cooper walks up to me,

“Good job detective,” He says, which is rare for him to say, especially to me.

After catching my breath after all of that running, I return to the office and call Ms. Smith and tell her that I found her necklace and to come to the office to collect it, she delightedly said she’d come to the office right away.

Proud of myself, I put my feet up on one of the desks. Not thinking, I knock over my glass of water onto a box of papers.

“No, No, No!” I say in a panic, trying to separate the papers before they stick together. Now, the floor is nearly covered with the separated wet papers. As I got to the bottom of the box I see an image that I instantly recognize, it’s the necklace!

“How did it get in the bottom of the box?” I say to myself, thinking that its the picture that Ms. Smith handed in for the investigation. As my eyes looked around on the paper, I realized that it’s a newspaper article.

As my eyes scan the article I see the title.

“$25 Million necklace stolen from local museum”

“w-What?! The necklace?!” I say to myself, shocked

 I looked to check when and where the paper is from; it’s by The Europe Times!

As I read more about the precious piece, I realize it’s a necklace that once belonged to Bathsheba, one of King David’s wives! I told Lincoln, and he was equally as shocked! He agreed to stay and stall Ms. Smith while I quickly drove to my friend’s jewelry store to make sure it’s real before we make any hasty decisions.

“O-Oh my gosh! I-Its real! Where did you find such a piece?!” My friend stuttered as he looked through his loupe.

“Don’t worry, you’ll see it in the news soon enough!” I smirked, proud of my discovery.

 I rushed out and drove to the detective’s office as fast as I could, even going over the speed limit. I barged in and gave a slight nod to Lincoln, and he knew what it meant. Still shocked, he arrested Ms. Smith and I ran to Sergeant Cooper’s office and explained what we had discovered, even he was shocked and it’s rare for anything to shock him! We could both hear Ms. Smith, distraught by our discovery.

“w-What?! How?! You weren’t supposed to know!”  She yelled as she was dragged out of the office.

 To get more evidence in court, I questioned her with Lincoln watching and listening behind the one-way mirror.

As I entered the questioning room she still looked panicked and distraught.

“so,” I questioned, “How’d you do it?” 

“I’m not telling you anything!” she yelled

“Says here you worked at the European Museum of History as a museum curator before the disappearance of the necklace,” I say, sliding her museum ID across the desk to her.

“Hmph, you discovered more than I thought. Sure it was me, happy?” She said in a snarky tone.

“But why, and how?” I asked

“Ha! It was easy really. I made it look like someone broke into the museum and took me and the necklace! Obviously, I deleted the security footage before making my escape and immigrating to the US.” she replied.

“if you stole it, then why come to the US and wear it to a restaurant? Sounds to me more like a black market deal gone bad” I said.

“Thanks captain obvious, it sure was. That man asked to see it, switched it for a fake and left! By the time I realized the one he gave me back was a fake he was gone!” she said angrily.

“I suppose you then broke into the restaurant and deleted the footage?” I asked.

“No need! All it took was a little bribe to the manager of $200 and the footage was gone!” She replies.

“No wonder why he was acting so suspicious and left so soon,” I thought to myself.

“We’re done here,” I said, getting up from my chair and opening the door.

Lincoln and I where sure we got all the info from her we needed to send her to jail for a good while. Once I got back to my apartment, I turned on the TV and the headline of the news was “Stolen necklace worth 25 million dollar necklace

Her court sentence was a few days later and with all of the evidence we got, she went to jail for 15 years, meaning she won’t get out until she’s 60.

My life has definitely changed since my discovery; I no longer get scoffed by any of the guys. Lincoln and I also both received the Norman J. Sloan Memorial Award for our great detective work in a major bust.

My message to any women/girls reading this is: never let anyone/anything stop you from achieving your dreams! No matter how big they are! 

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