Chuck heard a loud crash from his old neighborhood, Jared\u2019s house, and found him dead in his basement, but there was something even more surprising in the room. He just didn\u2019t expect to land in jail for it.<\/p>\n
t was already night. Chuck returned home after a long tiring day at work, and as he got down from his car, he saw his neighbor, Jared, struggling to carry a heavy bag home.<\/p>\n
\u201cHey, Jared!\u201d Chuck called out, locking his car door. \u201cWait a minute. I\u2019ll give you a hand!\u201d<\/p>\n
The older man dropped the bag and looked up, huffing. \u201cDid I ask ya to help me out, boy? No need!\u201d he said and got back to dragging the bag up the stairs.<\/p>\n
Chuck shook his head, ignoring the older man\u2019s modesty, and ran over to help him. But the bag turned out to be quite heavy, and Chuck could barely carry it himself.<\/p>\n
As they reached Jared\u2019s porch, the man opened the door, and Chuck was about to head inside when Jared took the bag from his hands. \u201cThat\u2019s enough, boy. I think I can carry it further alone,\u201d he said, trying to close the door, but Chuck stopped him\u2026<\/p>\n
\u201cC\u2019mon, Jared! Let me at least have a look inside, will you?\u201d he laughed. \u201cThe whole neighborhood probably knows that you might as well refuse the President if he wanted to see your home. What\u2019s inside that I can\u2019t see, huh?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBillions, boy, billions!\u201d joked Jared. \u201cAnd I don\u2019t want anyone to get a hand on my billions. So thanks for the help.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWell then, Jared, how about getting yourself a new car? Because you will soon need to harness horses to drive this one!\u201d laughed Chuck, pointing to Jared\u2019s old car. \u201cAnyway, Good night!\u201d Chuck added and went home.<\/p>\n
A couple of hours later, Chuck came out for a smoke. He was in the front yard when he suddenly heard a loud crash and a scream from Jared\u2019s bedroom window. Chuck dashed to Jared\u2019s front door and knocked several times, but no one answered.<\/p>\n
\u201cHey, Jared! It\u2019s me! Chuck! Open the door!\u201d Chuck called out. Still, there were no replies.<\/p>\n
Chuck dashed to the man\u2019s backyard and noticed the open backyard window. \u201cJared! I\u2019m here! Right under your window!\u201d he called out to Jared again, but the man never replied.<\/p>\n
Sensing something was off, Chuck crept into Jared\u2019s house through the window. As he entered, he discovered an open hatch in the center of Jared\u2019s bedroom.<\/p>\n
\u201cJared, are you there?!\u201d he called out, kneeling beside the hatch. No replies again.<\/p>\n
Chuck finally climbed down the ladder that led him to Jared\u2019s basement and was shocked to find the older man in a pool of blood on the floor.<\/p>\n
\u201cOh no\u2026Ja\u2026Jared!\u201d Chuck exclaimed. His fingers reached for his phone to turn on the flashlight and call 911, but the light showed him what he hadn\u2019t seen before.<\/p>\n
Gold. A huge collection of gold antiques on the shelves. Placing the phone back in his pocket, Chuck grabbed a duffel bag from a corner and stashed it with everything he could.<\/p>\n
Chuck called in sick at work the following day but didn\u2019t tell his wife. It was just another regular day for her, so he left and drove to a town two hours away with a few bags in his hands.<\/p>\n
He entered the antique shop and noticed a man sitting at the desk.<\/p>\n
\u201cHello, sir. I would like to get these things appraised. It\u2019s an old collection my grandfather gave me in his will,\u201d Chuck said, trying not to gulp.<\/p>\n
\u201cOf course,\u201d the old man responded, gesturing for Chuck to place the items on the counter.<\/p>\n
After a while, the vendor frowned. \u201cYou said this was an inheritance. Right? Interesting,\u201d the old man muttered, reaching beneath the desk. A loud siren bounced through the wall, making Chuck jump back in fright.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat\u2019s happening?\u201d Chuck said, his hand covering his ears. He saw the doors and windows coming down in loud bangs like in movies, and his eyes flared and glared at the old man.<\/p>\n
\u201cDon\u2019t try to escape. It\u2019s futile,\u201d the old man said calmly. \u201cBut would you like to hear why I know these items were stolen? \u201cIt was almost 38 years ago to this day\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n
A well-dressed man, Arnold smiled as he entered the kitchen, greeting the staff, including Jared, who had worked for him for nine years. Arnold was a second-generation antiquarian, carrying on the legacy that made his father extremely rich.<\/p>\n
Jared greeted his boss and told him his cook, Catherine, made him his favorite breakfast.<\/p>\n
\u201cOh, also, Jared. An old friend of mine is coming to visit us today. Please prepare everything for him.\u201d<\/p>\n
Arnold\u2019s friend, Edward, arrived after lunch. They hugged each other while the staff helped with his bags and prepared everything for dinner.<\/p>\n
\u201cMy friend, I found a collection of dishes from the 18th century on the black market! The ones my father wanted.\u201d<\/p>\n
Edward didn\u2019t believe him. He knew Arnold\u2019s father and learned about the allusive collection.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019ll show you!\u201d Arnold said with glee. \u201cOh, Jared. Head back to the kitchen and discuss tomorrow\u2019s meal with Catherine. Edward and I will be busy, so I don\u2019t want any disturbance.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes, sir,\u201d Jared said, knowing his boss didn\u2019t want him to see whatever they discussed. The servant may not know anything about antiques or the black market, but it sounded ritzy. So, instead of going to the kitchen, he dashed upstairs to his boss\u2019s room and hid in the closet.<\/p>\n
Jared saw his boss entering the bedroom with his guest trailing behind and noticed everything he did, from grabbing a secret key stashed beneath a tile to uncovering a large vault behind a large dresser.<\/p>\n
\u201cSorry, you can\u2019t be too careful. Even at home,\u201d Arnold said, finally opening his safe.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou are your father\u2019s son,\u201d Edward nodded, chuckling. But his laughing stopped after seeing the contents of the safe, which Jared couldn\u2019t see. But his boss\u2019s guest marveled and offered him almost a million dollars on the spot.<\/p>\n
\u201cNot for sale, my friend,\u201d Arnold laughed. After what seemed like an entry, his boss returned everything to its place, and they both left the room. Jared came out of the closet with several thoughts and a plan in mind.<\/p>\n
He asked to head home for the night, and his boss agreed readily.<\/p>\n
But Jared didn\u2019t go home. He went to the local morgue late at night in his old uniform. After a few shifts as a coroner, Jared realized he preferred to work with living people, but he learned a few things. He reached the mortuary fridge room quickly. People weren\u2019t that worried about anyone robbing the dead.<\/p>\n
Finally, he started checking each fridge, looking at the tags on each foot. Finally, he read the words \u201cJohn Doe.\u201d Probably a homeless man with no family, so Jared felt no guilt about taking it. He carried the body the same way he came in. No one would even notice the body was gone.<\/p>\n
At home, Jared placed the body on his bed and found gasoline cans he always kept in his garage. He poured everything all over his house, feeling the adrenaline rushing through his veins. A tiny matchstick was all it took to ignite his entire home.<\/p>\n
He ran away quickly, leaving his old car in the garage to burn too.<\/p>\n
It took a few weeks to execute his heist, but he finally arrived at his old boss\u2019s house one night, disguised as a cop, and cut off power to the entire estate. With the help of a flashlight, Jared made his way to the house and knocked on the door.<\/p>\n
He blinded the servant with his flashlight for a second until he realized it was a new hire \u2013 his replacement. His boss wasn\u2019t home, and the man asked what he could do for the officer.<\/p>\n
\u201cGood evening. I\u2019m Officer Graham. We received a call that someone intentionally turned off the power supply at this address,\u201d he said. \u201cMy chief happens to be a good friend of your boss, and he asked me to come and patrol the area for the night.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThank you. It must be true because the power just went out,\u201d the servant nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cIs anyone else in the house?\u201d Jared asked.<\/p>\n
\u201cOnly the cook, but the staff house is about a hundred feet away,\u201d the servant answered. \u201cWould you like to come in and check things inside?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s a good idea,\u201d Jared said, and once the servant turned his back on him, he struck. He tied and gagged the man, leaving him on the floor as he rushed upstairs to his old boss\u2019s room. He bagged the heavy collection quickly and ran down, exiting through the backdoor.<\/p>\n
Once outside, he took cover in the trees where he had hidden some clothes. Jared changed, placing his cop costume in a pit he had dug up earlier. He doused the uniform, lit it, and took off deeper into the forest with his heavy bag.<\/p>\n
Finally, Jared reached the car he had stolen in preparation, hauled the bag into the trunk, and took off.<\/p>\n
The police couldn\u2019t do much because the new guy hadn\u2019t seen \u201cOfficer Graham\u2019s\u201d face clearly, and the blow to his head caused a concussion.<\/p>\n
Jared left town, and 14 months later, he was living quietly and unassumingly, working odd jobs here and there. He had to wait before finding a buyer. A man named Harry, a collector, was interested.<\/p>\n
He offered Jared a ton for the collection and agreed to meet at a bar. Jared had to wait for Harry for several minutes.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere is it?\u201d Harry asked as soon as he sat.<\/p>\n
\u201cI wouldn\u2019t bring it to a bar,\u201d Jared answered, swiftly drinking.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m not a man you want to play with,\u201d the collector said menacingly.<\/p>\n
\u201cCome with me,\u201d Jared said, finishing his drink and walking away.<\/p>\n
Harry followed, but as they rounded a street, Jared saw his old boss, Arnold, sporting a dreadful expression. When Arnold\u2019s eyes lifted, Jared took off, only thinking about saving himself. But his old boss had brought reinforcements who pursued, warning him they would shoot.<\/p>\n
But Jared was tenacious and crafty. He ran, skipped, turned, and swiveled through alleys, fences, and trashcans. Finally, he found a vast crowd gathered for some protest, and cut through it, jumping to another path and scurrying away before the cops knew what had happened.<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd that\u2019s how we lost track of him,\u201d the antique shop owner finished, sighing at Chuck. \u201cNo one knows if Jared ever sold anything or if he lived miserably, hiding.\u201d<\/p>\n
Chuck was sweating, still helplessly using his fists to knock on the door.<\/p>\n
\u201cBased on these things you brought,\u201d the antiquarian continued. \u201cI assume the latter. Oh, excuse my manners. I didn\u2019t even introduce myself. I\u2019m Arnold.\u201d<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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