byAs Detective Lacey Brown entered the office of the Johnstone Gallery, she was greeted by a tall, rather gaunt man standing by a huge grandfather clock toward the rear of the room.
“Detective Brown,” said the man as he ran his slender fingers over the clock’s polished wood surface, “thank you for responding so quickly to my call.”
“My dispatcher said that you reported a theft,” said Lacey, her eyes scanning the office. “Exactly what was stolen?”
“My watch,” said the man Lacey recognized as Franklin Johnstone, the gallery’s owner.
“That was the only thing taken?”
“Detective, I realize that given all the treasures here at the gallery, a watch seems inconsequential, but you must realize that this particular pocket watch was presented to my grandfather by Abraham Lincoln and passed down
