Detective Darcy arrived at the collector's mansion and was greeted by his butler. She showed him her badge and asked to speak with the collector.

The butler led her to the study where the collector was waiting for her. He was a tall, imposing man with a stern expression on his face.

"What brings you here, Detective?" he asked, his voice cold and unwelcoming.

"I'm here to ask you some questions about the missing necklace from the museum," Detective Darcy replied, trying to keep her tone professional.

The collector's face remained stoic, but Detective Darcy could sense a hint of nervousness in his eyes. She knew she was on the right track.

"Can you tell me where you were on the night of the theft?" she asked.

The collector hesitated before answering. "I was at a charity event, raising money for the local orphanage. I have witnesses who can vouch for my whereabouts."

Detective Darcy nodded, but she wasn't convinced. She had a gut feeling that the collector was lying.

"Can you also explain why you have been trying to acquire the necklace for so long?" she asked, getting straight to the point.

The collector's expression changed to one of anger. "That necklace belongs to me. It was stolen from my family many years ago and I have been trying to get it back ever since."

Detective Darcy's eyes widened in surprise. She had not expected this revelation. "Why didn't you report it to the authorities?" she asked.

The collector looked away, his face filled with shame. "I was afraid. The necklace is cursed and I didn't want to bring any harm to my family."

Detective Darcy's mind was racing. She now understood the collector's motive, but she still needed to find evidence to prove his guilt.

As she left the mansion, Detective Darcy knew she had to dig deeper into the collector's past. She had a feeling that there was more to this story than meets the eye. Little did she know, she was about to uncover a shocking truth that would change everything.