by PD Kiernan
“I can’t stand this waiting!” Cassidy said. “Where did Suzie go? She should have been back by now!”
They had found a good spot to wait across the street from the building where Cass saw the thief enter. They could see a figure walking around inside, whose shadow they could still make out against all of the frosted glass windows that lined the cement walls.
“Maybe that Sergeant Joe is a slow talker on the phone,” Dwayne said. “Anyway, we’re all good as long as we keep an eye on mister bike thief in there.”
They heard a loud clang from the building. They looked over to see the front door of the building open up. They all backed up into the dark of the trees, safely across the street. The shadow they had been watching emerged as light streamed out from behind him. An old gentleman stepped out, lit a cigar and filled the doorway with a disgusting amount of smoke.
Cassidy gasped. “That’s not the guy! He’s not the thief!” she looked at the others. “That’s the wrong guy!”
“Uh oh,” Dwayne said.
“Yeah, uh oh is right! If that’s not the guy, where’s the guy?” Roberto asked.
Chapter 20
