“Don’t feign ignorance, you criminal! I know you’ve been involved with the recent string of bombings—and this proves it!” The detective digs inside of the handbag he had snatched from his culprit before pulling out a small device, a look of disdain on his face.
“A detonator. Admit it, you were the master mind all along!”
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“What’s that? …Life alert, you say?” Sterling looks from the device and to the old woman who he had, just moments prior, hip tossed to the ground under the strong suspicion that she was his culprit. Adjusting his glasses, he observes the button once more.
“I see, well—ahem.” He presses the button on the device before placing it upon her stomach. “It is fortunate you have this on you at all times then. It was…an innocent misunderstanding that could have happened to anyone. I hope you recover quickly.” With a nod of his head, the detective begins heading in the opposite direction in a hurry, still no doubt determined to catch his true criminal! Minor setback. Clearly he had misread his vision.
