Sneak Peek Inside of Joliet The Snoop: Special Delivery

       


         
 Sharine Peters was hosting a slumber party.

One by one, her friends arrived.

Sharine’s father, Peter Peters, showed the girls to the large family room where they would spend the night. “Sharine and her mother ran out to buy some last-minute items,” he explained, as the girls began making themselves comfortable.

The doorbell rang.

           “I got it,” one of the girls said, walking to the front door.

         She opened the door and saw a delivery man standing in front of her holding a large box.

           “Yes?” she asked.

           “Package delivery for Sharine Peters,” the delivery man answered.

           “I’ll sign for it,” the girl said, reaching for the clipboard in signing her name.

         “Lefty,” he said, smiling. “You're going to be a doctor. Can't read the handwriting for the life of me.”

          The girl smiled. “Thanks.” She carried the package into the living room. “Package for Sharine Peters.”

        One of the other girls in the room walked over, took the box, and shook it hard. Something inside shook.

          “Wonder what it is?” the other girl asked aloud.

           The package signer shook her head. “I don't know.”

         Five minutes later, Sharine Peters arrived home and found a big package waiting for her. She opened it. Inside were two small boxes and a note. She opened the boxes, which each contained two expensive necklaces.

          “Whoa,” one of the girls said.

          “Read the note,” another girl ordered.

      Sharine unfolded the note and read it out loud. “Dear Sharine Peters, one of the necklaces is yours to keep. The other necklace is for the person who signed for the package.”

        Sharine Peters looked up at the girls who were gathered around her. “Okay, who signed for this?” she asked.

Everyone's hand shot up.

         “Are you serious?” Sharine, Peter said. “Now, who signed for it?”   

          Everyone's hand stayed up.

Sharine Peters looks at them. “Only one of you is telling the truth. Each one of you is going to give your version of what happened before I arrived. But I'm not going to be the one who’s going to be asking you.” She pulled her cell phone out of her pants pocket. “I'm calling the Detective Service.” 


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