She spotted it sparkling next to the path, half hidden by the roughly mown grass. She watched as a small dog paused to sniff it, its owner too engrossed in her phone to notice his reason for stopping. He was dragged onwards, skittering claws, disgruntled snout.
She bent down under the pretence of tying her shoe, tucked it into her palm, transferred it to her pocket. Fluid.
She had seen the posters offering a generous reward, more money than she had seen in some time.
But she placed it on her finger, enjoying the weight. Smiled a magpie smile.
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