“Girl, you can’t conceal it.”
Sara yanks her baton from her purse and extends it to its full length. She’s acting quite hostile as she uses her weapon as a pointer, and gestures to the backpack the teenager is carrying.
“Why would I bother to hide it? You know I have my baton, and I know you have my necklaces. Did you REALLY think you could pocket those? I mean, I know you’re at that phase where you think you can do everything and not get caught, but Alyssa… I’m the closest thing to the law that WON’T get you arrested.”
The female is well aware that the younger could throw her across twelve streets, but she has her face on file. If there was any injury done to the investigator, the girl is going to pay. And she knows that. (After all, this isn’t the first run in.)
A large CRACK echoes as Sara slams her baton besides Alyssa. She looks serious as she says her next few words.
“You know I can’t arrest you– but that doesn’t mean the police can’t.”
She takes her phone out from her small purse as she dials in a number. Sara continues to speak as she taps the buttons on her device.
“I got a detective there on speed dial. He’s not very good at talking over drinks, but he’s a DAMN good man to call when you have to slap some cuffs on an eighteen year old girl who’s stolen some necklaces worth quite a lot.”
The female holds the phone near her, but she turns it so the blonde can see.
“You want me to make the call? Or you want to give me the jewelry?”
