I Bought a Used Washing Machine and Found a Diamond Ring Inside—Returning It Brought Ten Police Cars to My Door

I knocked.

An elderly woman opened the door slightly.

“Yes?”

“Hi… does Claire live here?”

Her expression tightened. “Who’s asking?”

“My name’s Graham. I think I bought your old washing machine.”

She relaxed a little. “That thing? My son said it was dangerous.”

I smiled awkwardly. “I can see why.”

Then I took the ring from my pocket.

“Does this look familiar?”

She froze.