"It can't be!" the man gasped. His dark gray hair was the same color as his mustache that stretched out on either side of his face. He was around sixty or seventy with a bit of a gut. He had stared at the object through his thick, oval glasses for about twenty minutes.

"It's just a clock" Klaire muttered, looking around. The man's shop was nice, comfy and homely.

"Where did you get this?" he asked.

"Why?" Klaire asked

"This is thee 18th Century Biscuit and Ormolu Mounted Clock! The Louvre Museum in Paris chose me to refurbish this antique! I refurbished this clock every year until it was stolen from me three years ago!" the man exclaimed. The man sounded like he was talking more to himself than to Klaire but then he suddenly snapped back and glared at Klaire.

"Young lady, I will ask you this only once more, who gave you this clock?" he asked. Klaire didn't say anything. She looked around from the cops to the man.

"I don't know…a friend gave it to me!" Klaire answered, frightened. The second officer nudged her a bit and she walked out of the shop, them following her.

"Thank you for your help, Giovanni Lorenzo Bernini the Fifth" the first officer said.

"I should be thanking you! I will have to call back the museum at once after refurbishing the clock and restore the artistic value of my great-great-great grand father Giovanni Lorenzo Bernini! Thank you so very much!" Giovanni disagreed.

"Would you like us to due any further questioning?" he asked.

"No, the girl seems confused and doesn't really seem sure of the alleged friend. Just let her go, it will be unsolved mystery" Giovanni answered.

"Okay, have a good day" the officer said.

"You too" Giovanni said. The first officer walked out and over to Klaire.

"It's your lucky day; Giovanni isn't pressing any charges and does not us to do any further questioning. You are free to go" he said. Klaire didn't move, didn't speak, just stared up at him, fear in her eyes.

"You should really rethink who your friends are" the second said before walking off to catch up to the other cops. Klaire got into the car, closing her door and closed her eyes, her hands on the wheel, letting out a sigh. As soon as she got back into her room, she called Scott.

"What the hell, Scott?" Klaire exploded.

"What?" Scott asked, sounding confused.

"Do you want me to get arrested or something?" Klaire fumed.

"What are you talking about?" Scott asked.

"Do you think this is funny?" Klaire yelled.

"Well, probably if I knew what you were yelling about" Scott answered.

"I'm talking about the clock!" Klaire answered.

"What about the clock?" Scott asked.

"You know exactly what I'm talking about!" Klaire said.

"No, I don't! Just tell me what's going on and start from the beginning!" Scott really didn't know what was going on.

"Well, this morning I awoke with a lovely little text from you-" Klaire started.

"From me?" Scott asked.

"From you!" Klaire yelled and took a deep breath, "Telling me to go to the port-"

"To the port?" Scott asked.

"To the port from you!" Klaire once again took a deep breath, "To pick up a little surprise-"

"A little surprise?"

"A little surprise at the port from you! Anyway, that surprise turned out to be a clock-"

"A clock?"

"A little surprise at the port from you which turned out to be a clock! So, I was heading for the Plaza, a few streets down when a few cops came and stopped me saying that a Pearl White Sudan had disappeared last night-"

"Did you get in trouble?"

"Yes but not from the car"

"What got you in trouble?"

"The clock"

"The clock?"

"Listen!" Klaire ordered and then continued when there was silence on the other line for a few seconds, "The cop asked if they could take a look at the box so I let them. Then, they told me to get out of the car and told me I was in serious trouble-"

"Serious trouble?"

"Listen!" Klaire ordered and then sighed, "The cops and I went down to an antique shop. The owner of the shop, Giovanni Lorenzo Bernini the fifth-"

"Giovanni Lorenzo Bernini? The direct descendant?" Scott asked.

"Yep" Klaire answered.

"So, what happened with the clock?" Scott asked.

"The clock you sent me turned out to be thee original 18th Century clock that the Louvre Museum in Paris called on him to refurbish and send back three years ago" Klaire answered.

"So, what are you saying?" Scott asked.

"I'm saying you sent me a clock that was stolen three years ago when it was supposed to be sent back to that museum in Paris!" Klaire explained.

"Oh" Scott muttered. Klaire sighed with a roll of her eyes.

"Well, I couldn't have possibly sent you that text because I didn't have my phone last night" Scott disagreed.

"Wait a minute; you didn't have your phone? What happened?" Klaire asked.

"I got drunk" Scott muttered.

"So, when did you get your phone back?" Klaire asked.

"Half an hour ago. Look, I was with a lot of people last night and I'm pretty sure they had my phone so I'll just ask around. They were equally drunk so they probably just grabbed my phone by mistake or just wanted to play a little prank-" Scott tried to calm her down.

"A little prank? I could've got arrested, Scott!" Klaire pointed out.

"But you didn't and that's what matters!" Scott disagreed. Klaire rolled her eyes with a sigh.

"Now, I'll talk to the others and see what happened last night but I promise you, I did not send that text. It won't happen again, just calm down!" Scott promised.

"Okay, fine!" Klaire muttered.

"Are you still mad?" Scott asked.

"Of course not!" Klaire sweetly answered.

"I'll make this up to you" Scott told her.

"You better!" Klaire ordered.

"Bye" Scott said and hung up.

The three officers who had questioned Klaire walked over to Danny.

"Mr. Reagan" the first one said. The group stopped talking and looked over at the cops.

"Yes" Danny said.

"We bumped into the young lady that was questioned this late morning" the first one said.

"You did?" Danny asked.

"Yes, we were doing a vehicle check for a stolen White Sudan-"

"Was the car stolen?"

"Nope but she had a very interesting piece of art in her backseat"

"What was it?" Danny asked. The second officer pulled out a photo and handed it to Danny.

"A clock?" Danny asked, looking back up at the officers.

"Not just a clock" the first officer said.

"Thee original 18th Century Biscuit and Ormolu Mounted Clock sent from the Louvre Museum in Paris to Giovanni Lorenzo Bernini the Fifth" the second explained.

"The same clock that was stolen three years ago" the third cop added.

"What was she doing with an antique clock?" Danny asked.

"Apparently, a friend sent it to her" the second cop answered.

"Who is this so called friend?" Danny asked.

"We don't know, she wouldn't tell" the first cop answered.

"Did you get a location?" Danny asked.

"We tried but the whereabouts had been scratched off, the name was anonymous and the tracking device had ever been shut off somehow or not working" the third cop answered.

"So, why aren't you holding her or questioning her or something?" Danny asked.

"Giovanni insisted that we not hold or further question her. She seemed confused about the clock and its whereabouts and very frightened when the presented with the possibly of charging and jail time" the first officer answered.

"Maybe that's what she needs" Danny muttered, "Thanks, guys".

"Is there anything more we could do to help?" the first officer asked.

"Yeah, call in Officer Jamie Reagan for me" Danny answered.

"Will do" the first said and the three officers walked off.