“Excuse me, miss?”
He moved to her jean pockets. Empty. He knelt down and checked her boots. Nothing. He stood up, frustrated. His eyes landed on her bralette. The fabric was thin, but there was a slight, unnatural bulge near the left cup. Shoplyfter - Aubree Ice
She did. Slowly. She pulled her sweater over her head in one fluid motion, leaving her in a simple black bralette. She was lean, with the taut muscles of a rock climber. “Excuse me, miss
Morgan sighed, the sound of a man who had heard that exact sentence fifteen thousand times. “Miss Ice, we have you on camera near the case. We have you bending down, reaching into your bag. The timing is… unfortunate.” but there was a slight