Chapter 3 - The Hummingbird Weighed Too Little
Luciano returned to the collection room with the diamond sealed inside a small evidence envelope.
Grant and Odessa had been moved to separate sitting rooms under household security supervision.
The rear display remained untouched.
He removed the hummingbird carefully.
The first thing he noticed was the weight.
Too light.
The original had a solid silver internal frame beneath the enamel.
This one did not.
He turned it over.
The maker’s mark had been copied well.
Too well.
But near the base, where the genuine piece carried a tiny file scar from an old repair, the surface was smooth.
Mabel had been right.
It was not the family hummingbird.
Luciano called the estate conservator, Margaret Ellis, a woman who had handled the collection for nearly twenty years.
She arrived carrying a loupe and portable scale.
Within ten minutes, she confirmed it.
“Replica.”
“How good?”
“Very.”
“How long could it have fooled someone?”
“If no one handled it? Years.”
That answer bothered him.
“How long has it been in this display?”
Margaret looked embarrassed.
“I thought the original was here last month.”
“Thought?”
“I do not inspect every individual object every week.”
Luciano nodded.
Fair.
The deeper question remained.
Why replace it?
The hummingbird was valuable but not extraordinary compared with other items in the room. If Odessa were simply stealing for money, there were easier, more expensive pieces.
Margaret examined the empty mount.
Then she noticed something.
“The velvet is newer.”
Luciano leaned closer.
The display pad beneath the hummingbird had been replaced recently.
Under normal light, it looked black.
Under Margaret’s handheld lamp, a faint oval of older dust appeared beneath the new material.
Something larger had once sat there.
Not the hummingbird.
“What used to be here?” Luciano asked.
Margaret frowned.
“I don’t remember.”
Mabel appeared quietly in the doorway with the housekeeper behind her.
Luciano almost sent her away.
Then she pointed.
“The little house.”
Both adults turned.
“What little house?” Margaret asked.
Mabel walked only as far as Luciano allowed.
“The tiny one with blue windows.”
Luciano stared at the shelf.
A miniature architectural model.
Of course.
There had been an antique silver-and-enamel model of the family’s original carriage house on that shelf for decades.
Small.
Heavy.
Easy to overlook among more glamorous pieces.
And now it was gone.
The hummingbird had been placed in front of the empty spot.
Luciano looked toward the rear cabinet Odessa had stared at earlier.
The missing diamond had been a distraction.
The replica hummingbird had been camouflage.
Something else had disappeared from the collection.
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And Mabel had remembered exactly where it used to be.
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