Joan Shaw came to work the next day wearing a large, five-carat diamond ring. The ring sparkled brilliantly, and its gleam was almost blinding under the sun.
'If I'd known, I would have picked a cheaper one. Who knew that a ring I pointed at randomly would be so expensive?'
She hadn't been to work for a week, but it felt like she'd been gone for much longer.
Standing at the entrance of the Traffic Police Division, she glanced at the sign—black characters on a white board—to her right. A smile bloomed on her face, and she strode inside.
She had been away all these days, and Finn Norris had been worried sick. He'd arrived at the division early in the morning and waited by the office building entrance, planning to stage a "chance encounter" with her.
When Joan Shaw was less than a hundred meters from the office building, Finn Norris cut across from another direction, walking quite slowly.
