Thou shall not steal (Lock)

Michel studied the contents of the wallet he had snapped earlier. He hadn't meant to really, but a real crocodile skin wallet was so rare these days. And the money in it had more than paid for the deep green silk shirt he was wearing. A golden casino membership card? Hmm, he could go there and let the wallet drop there.... Croc skin was so unfashionable, and the man might want his platinum American express back.
For now however, he wanted coffee. A double espresso arrived. Perfect. Nice little cafe really. Almost as nice as the ring the waitress had been wearing. He ran his fingers absently over the diamond on it's top. "From Bill". Ohh, then she would probably mind him borrowing it.

"Excuse me, you dropped this"

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