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

“Good start,” I replied. “So why are you all here?”

“The ring you returned yesterday—it belongs to my grandmother.”

It clicked.

“Claire? You’re her grandson?”

He nodded. “I’m Mark.”

He gestured at the cars. “Family’s in law enforcement. When she told us what you did, we wanted to thank you.”

“That explains maybe two cars,” I said. “Not ten.”