Shoplyfter - Aubree Ice -

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.

“The scarf? It was never in my bag. It’s still in the case. You can check the cameras—but oh, wait. You can’t. Because you turned them off in here during the ‘search.’ Standard protocol, right? Privacy.” Shoplyfter - Aubree Ice

Aubree pulled her sweater back on, but she didn’t leave. Instead, she reached into her jeans—the front pocket this time, the one he hadn’t checked because it was too shallow to hold a scarf—and pulled out a small, folded piece of paper. He moved to her jean pockets

“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. Nothing