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continued, his eyes moving to the window. “But as I turned to walk back to my car, I spotted some scraggly kid shimmying through your kitchen window. Your open kitchen window.” His eyes returned to mine. Narrowed.
“Yeah, we already went over that.” I rubbed my arm, still smarting from his earlier grip. “So…what do we do now?”
“I already called it in, and my backup should be here any minute. Until then, you stay here and keep an eye on the side door. I need to move in closer to block his escape route—we don’t want him sneaking off with your possessions. If you see that door open,” he said, pointing toward it, “you yell ‘door!’ as loud as you can. Got it?”
“Why ‘door ’ ? Why not ‘fire!’ or ‘red alert’ or—”
“You gonna follow my directions or not?” he growled.
I put my hands up in defeat and nodded like a bobble head doll. Officer Steele took a step away from me, leaving me unprotected. I felt scared, vulnerable. Without thinking, I reached out and snagged his arm. “But what if he comes after the crazy lady yelling ‘door’?” I whispered.
He looked back and grinned. “Then you scream at the top of your lungs and run like hell.”
Not exactly the answer I’d hoped for. “Great. Just promise not to shoot me.”
“Don’t worry, I’ve done this a million times. We’ll have him caught in no time.”
I unclenched my hand from his arm and remained at my post, watching helplessly as Officer Steele slunk stealthily across my back yard. He paused halfway to his post and glanced back at me. I gave him a shaky thumbs-up and tried not to look as terrified as I felt.
He’d just made his way to the other side of the kitchen window when I saw movement near the front of the house from the corner of my eye. I inhaled, ready to yell “door!”, then realized it was his police reinforcement making their way up our front walk.
Officer Steele rose up upon hearing my exaggerated intake of air. I quickly gave him the universal incomplete pass signal, then tilted my head in the direction of the front porch. He nodded and lowered himself back into position.
A moment later the uniformed officer knocked on my front door. The noise startled our burglar, and the muffled sound of shattering glass directly followed. My hands balled into fists as I pictured the thieving idiot inside bumping into my favorite flower vase. A twisted part of me hoped he would slip and end up with an ass full of glass shards.
The officer on the front porch knocked again. “Police! Open up!”
Our kitchen curtains fluttered, then parted.
“I’m going to give you to the count of five!” the officer shouted from the porch. “One! Two!”
A bag of my possessions dropped from the open window.
“Three!”
One leg poked through the open window, then another.
“Four!”
The young man came into full view now as he scrambled out the window and held tight to its frame.
“Five!”
The burglar let go of the window ledge, dropped to the ground, and turned to collect his bag of goodies. My goodies.
Officer Steele tripped the unsuspecting kid with a quick sweep of his foot, and had him pinned to the ground a second later. “Here, let me help you with that.”
“Hey!” the kid yelled in surprise. “Get… off me!”
“I’ll take it from here, Nate.” I turned to see the uniformed officer enter the backyard, handcuffs bared. “Nice work.”
“Couldn’t have done it without you, Frank. And the counting routine? Loved it.”
“Yeah?” he said, cuffing the kid. “Just added that this week.”
I stepped out from the shadows and into a small patch of light.
Officer Steele came to stand beside me, the bag of my nearly-stolen belongings in hand. “You alright?”
I nodded in silence, my eyes focused on the young thief. His head hung in defeat. It was sad, really, that he’d resorted to this. I almost felt sorry for him.
“Would you like to press charges, Miss?”
I shifted my gaze to
“Yeah, we already went over that.” I rubbed my arm, still smarting from his earlier grip. “So…what do we do now?”
“I already called it in, and my backup should be here any minute. Until then, you stay here and keep an eye on the side door. I need to move in closer to block his escape route—we don’t want him sneaking off with your possessions. If you see that door open,” he said, pointing toward it, “you yell ‘door!’ as loud as you can. Got it?”
“Why ‘door ’ ? Why not ‘fire!’ or ‘red alert’ or—”
“You gonna follow my directions or not?” he growled.
I put my hands up in defeat and nodded like a bobble head doll. Officer Steele took a step away from me, leaving me unprotected. I felt scared, vulnerable. Without thinking, I reached out and snagged his arm. “But what if he comes after the crazy lady yelling ‘door’?” I whispered.
He looked back and grinned. “Then you scream at the top of your lungs and run like hell.”
Not exactly the answer I’d hoped for. “Great. Just promise not to shoot me.”
“Don’t worry, I’ve done this a million times. We’ll have him caught in no time.”
I unclenched my hand from his arm and remained at my post, watching helplessly as Officer Steele slunk stealthily across my back yard. He paused halfway to his post and glanced back at me. I gave him a shaky thumbs-up and tried not to look as terrified as I felt.
He’d just made his way to the other side of the kitchen window when I saw movement near the front of the house from the corner of my eye. I inhaled, ready to yell “door!”, then realized it was his police reinforcement making their way up our front walk.
Officer Steele rose up upon hearing my exaggerated intake of air. I quickly gave him the universal incomplete pass signal, then tilted my head in the direction of the front porch. He nodded and lowered himself back into position.
A moment later the uniformed officer knocked on my front door. The noise startled our burglar, and the muffled sound of shattering glass directly followed. My hands balled into fists as I pictured the thieving idiot inside bumping into my favorite flower vase. A twisted part of me hoped he would slip and end up with an ass full of glass shards.
The officer on the front porch knocked again. “Police! Open up!”
Our kitchen curtains fluttered, then parted.
“I’m going to give you to the count of five!” the officer shouted from the porch. “One! Two!”
A bag of my possessions dropped from the open window.
“Three!”
One leg poked through the open window, then another.
“Four!”
The young man came into full view now as he scrambled out the window and held tight to its frame.
“Five!”
The burglar let go of the window ledge, dropped to the ground, and turned to collect his bag of goodies. My goodies.
Officer Steele tripped the unsuspecting kid with a quick sweep of his foot, and had him pinned to the ground a second later. “Here, let me help you with that.”
“Hey!” the kid yelled in surprise. “Get… off me!”
“I’ll take it from here, Nate.” I turned to see the uniformed officer enter the backyard, handcuffs bared. “Nice work.”
“Couldn’t have done it without you, Frank. And the counting routine? Loved it.”
“Yeah?” he said, cuffing the kid. “Just added that this week.”
I stepped out from the shadows and into a small patch of light.
Officer Steele came to stand beside me, the bag of my nearly-stolen belongings in hand. “You alright?”
I nodded in silence, my eyes focused on the young thief. His head hung in defeat. It was sad, really, that he’d resorted to this. I almost felt sorry for him.
“Would you like to press charges, Miss?”
I shifted my gaze to
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