She saw the floorwalker, Sandra, a woman with sensible shoes and a permanent furrow in her brow, pretending to fold scarves twenty feet away. Aubree smiled. Amateur.
She turned. He began a standard pat-down—shoulders, ribs, waistband. When his hands reached the small of her back, she let out a soft gasp. Shoplyfter - Aubree Ice
Morgan’s eyebrow twitched. He had expected crying. He had expected denial. But the invitation was new. She saw the floorwalker, Sandra, a woman with
“I honestly have no idea,” she said, crossing her legs. She looked at the posters on the wall: Shoplifting is a Crime. Up to $10,000 Fine. She saw the floorwalker