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Breathing heavily, she peered down the dark and empty streets. A loud creak followed the eerie silence and she crouched behind a dumpster. Her breath steadied and her heart slowed down as the footsteps continued. Peering from behind, she saw two policemen stationed near the entrance of the alley. Damn. Should have been more careful. She silently taunted herself and began formulating a plan of escape.
Strapping the diamond necklace around her neck, she hid the treasured item with a black, woolen scarf. Brushing the dust off her jeans, she rose quietly and placed herself in front of the dumpster. Fortunately, the two men had their backs to her. She tip toed towards the opposite entrance, and had almost made it, when a deafening yell reached her ears. Why me? Sighing, she sprinted away from the men. Unfortunately, they were hot on her trail and were almost within reach.
Panting heavily, she curled her hands into fists and pumped her arms back and forth. Knowing that her body would soon give out, she looked for an elevated area. Height is always an advantage. She sighted a wall with a good number of footholds and instantly knew what to do. Strapping her backpack on her back securely, she scaled up the wall, leaving the astounded policemen. She had escaped.
. . .
"How the hell can she escape? He roared at them, as they bowed their heads in shame. "This is the third time this criminal has escaped from our hands. I gave you this case because I felt you were ready but you have failed me yet again. Until you can learn to manage a criminal, you will be on guard duty. They nodded at their senior and quickly left. He pinched the bridge of his nose and sat down on his chair. Why is it so difficult to catch her? Maybe she needs someone else to tame her. Maybe she needs me.
. . .
She stepped inside the hot shower and sighed. The water slid down her body, removing all the dirt and tension. I know that what I am doing is wrong but I am helpless. This is only way I can survive. Slipping out of the bathroom, she wore her nightwear and dove into her soft bed.
. . .
Oh god this is so frustrating. For the past two hours he had been searching for proof to arrest her but he found none. That meant the only way he could arrest her is when she is found in action. The most irritating part was that no one knew what she looked like. She was a master at keeping her face hidden and it was getting on his nerves. Heck, he wouldn't have even guessed that all three robberies were done by the same person if it wasn't for the bouquet of roses. Each time, she had left a bouquet of roses at the site of the robbery.
Taking a break from his strenuous work, he grabbed a cup of coffee at Starbucks. The aroma of the coffee beans soothed him and the tension in his back began to unravel. He sipped and sighed in contentment. All is well when you have a cup of coffee in your hand and a gun on your waistband.
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