The Last Customer at the Jewelry Shop

He came in after closing. He wasn’t looking for jewelry, he was looking for something else.

A jewelry store at night | Image by DeepAI

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I work at a small jewelry shop downtown. We close at 9 PM sharp. At 9:17 PM last night, a man knocked on the glass.

I should’ve ignored it, but something about him felt wrong. His suit was immaculate, but his face… off. Like a wax figure trying to pass as human.

I cracked the door open just enough to speak.

“Sorry, we’re closed.”

His lips curled into a smile that didn’t reach his eyes.

“I won’t be long,” he said. “I just need to reclaim something that was stolen.”

I hesitated.

“We don’t sell stolen items.”

His fingers tapped against the glass.

“You do,” he whispered. “A silver locket. You sold it to a woman earlier today. But it doesn’t belong to her.”