Bonsoir,
The alarm clock rang in the small apartment of inspector James Cooper, showing 8:00. It was time to go to work. Forty years old, he had spent all these years to track down and arrest robbers and killers. He did not complain about it because, when a child, he had dreamed of it so much. Hardly had he had the time to have a shower when the office called him already. Once more he was pressed and this time, it was for a theft and a murder. Starving and tired, he got ready and went to the crime scene, a jeweller's shop located at the crossing of Henri Bourassa and Vanhorne.
A lot of people were there. He elbowed his way, greeted the police officers here present, ordered some breakfast and finally got interested in the file that he had been given. All the jewels of great value had been stolen during the night, all the panes had been broken and were spread on the ground. A man had died and lay further away surrounded by doctors. He looked 30 years old, had died from a bullet in the head, he had not suffered. The surveillance cameras had been stopped; therefore no scene could have been recorded. In the middle of the room there was a blue silver plated earring of priceless value and matchless beauty. It particularly drew the inspector's attention. He picked it up and discreetly slipped it into the pocket of his jean without anybody seeing it.
Two weeks had passed since the burglary and the investigation had not really made progress. One morning, as he was having breakfast in a popular bar, James saw a friend of his who was wearing just one earring surprisingly similar to the one he had picked up a few days ago. He called her, invited her to his table and questioned her about the origin of her jewel and asked her why one was missing. The young woman seemed embarrassed and, bursting into tears, she acknowledged her theft. He was touched by her sadness and proposed a deal to her: tomorrow was his wife's birthday, in exchange for the second earring, he would let his friend free. She accepted and little by little the investigation was forgotten. The inspector left the country, so did she. It was the first time that James Cooper behaved that way. But for a jewel worth 8000$, he was ready for anything..
NB Même corrigée, ton histoire est peu crédible et le personnage de l'inspecteur encore moins.
Mais bon, je ne suis pas là pour critiquer le fond.
Pour ce qui est de la forme, parlons-en.
Vu le nombre d'impropriétés rencontrées, il est évident que tu t'es servie d'un traducteur en ligne. Mauvaise pioche !
Ne t'étonne donc pas si, jusqu'à ce soir, personne ne t'avait répondu.
Sans doute était-ce mon jour de bonté et ton jour de chance...???