Someone stole my wallet, with all my valuable stuff in it. I’m using all my sleuthing abilities to figure it out. The thief must have entered our house late at night through an open window. He or she went right for my wallet, not touching any other valuables that Sherry and I have all over the place.
I think I left my dark blue leather wallet on my dresser, next to my watch and phone. I’m a light sleeper, so he or she must have worn high-quality, very quiet sneakers.
Our four highly trained Shepherds made not a peep. The scoundrel may be a dog trainer or an animal hypnotist.
While I was beginning my investigation, I went to the refrigerator for a glass of milk. To my astonishment, there was my wallet, right next to the leftover pork chop from the night before.
It’s hard to fathom. Why would a talented burglar remove my wallet from my dresser and place it in the refrigerator?
I’m still working on the case.
Misplace