“Okay, start at the beginning,” said Detective Jones. “Where did you find this ring?”
“In the lounge,” saying it with a blink.
Detective Jones proclaimed loudly, “Right, and I’m still the King of England!” He began to pump his fists agitatedly.
“Son, I do not need a crystal ball to predict what will happen here,” he said. “You’re acting like the lone wolf, but we know the fix you are in, so stop this stone-walling.”
“Officer, check the security tapes of the lounge. It happened just like I said. I saw a shimmer, then bent to pick up the ring.”