Occurances..

Time passed slowly in the moment he relived again. The little art was embedded deep into his veins. He relished those sweet memories along with his late father. Who taught him many things, which turned out to be life lessons for the man. The impression of his father was imprinted upon his brain. He was a great man and lived the life of honour. Soon after minutes passed, Alex placed the chain in the marbled shelf which was designed especially for these peices of art. 

The old peice of jewellery still kept inside carefully. With love and talent crafted inside it, the thing was really precious. Giving it a brief look, Alex locked the shelf and walked out of the room with a smile upon his lips. While driving back to his mansion the phone vibrated in his pant pocket. Not ready for another crap, Alex ignored the vibrating gadget inside his pockets until it went silent. "This woman is testing my patience!!" Alex gritted his teeth. 

Back in Agatha Christie's place.