June 4, 2006
*returning to my den after a long hard hopeless day, I turned on my computer and started adding to my journal*
Last night, or early this morning, all of my precious jewelry was stolen. The marvelous earrings and bracelets that Diego and a few others had given me are gone, possibly forever. Lt. Joe Friday and CSI agent, Jeff Mallard, went over my Plaza Hotel suite with a fine tooth comb, but they fear what they were able to find won't help much.
There were no fingerprints other then mine in the den or on my safe. The talented burglar sure knew his trade, opening the safe without the use of any tools. Yes, my stuff was insured and some may still be found in various pawn shops, but the odds of finding the thief are slim to none.
My mind always drifts back to Felix, the man I brought home with me after dinner. It was possible he'd put something in my last glass of wine, but a thief? Hardly likely.
The one clue that might let us catch this thief was the fact that the same thief struck the Four Seasons Supper Club the same night and left my jewelry box on Diego's desk. A cruel message to taunt us both? Possibly so, but who and why? I'm sure we both have enough enemies, but they would have found something more serious I fear.
The police say they will try and trace the pawn shops if anything turns up, but they assume my jewelry has already left New York City.
Lisa Cohen did show up at the Palm Court to ask more about what happened, but for now it's not a Federal case.
