Things Don't Bode Well

Thank heavens, it wasn't the police looking for her! Phoebe mentally exclaimed, relieved to hear the news.

Her pale cheeks blossomed with color and her breathing went back to normal.

"Are you listening?" Melinda prompted.

Phoebe collected her scattered wits in the air and responded. "I'll be on my way grandma."

"Don't make Mr. Jack, wait any longer." Melinda reprimanded sharply.

"I'll do my best not to."

Biting her lower lip, she quickly ended the call before Melinda could lapse into one of her lengthy lectures.

She slumped on the bed afterwards with the phone still in her grip. For once she was thankful that the authorities weren't on her trail.

However, the relief she felt flushed down the drain the moment her gaze fell to the ring and she broke into a cold sweat.

It will not be long before the owner discovers the ring was missing and reports her to the police.

How long will it take before it happens?