Shoplyfter - Aubree Ice Site

“Have a seat, Miss…?” he finally said, gesturing to a plastic chair across from him.

Aubree’s lips curled into the first genuine smile she had shown all day. “You’re thorough. I like that.” Shoplyfter - Aubree Ice

He frowned. He patted down the lining. Nothing. “Have a seat, Miss…

She turned, her back to Sandra, and bent down to tie her shoe. In that three-second window, her hand dipped into her oversized tote bag. She palmed a small, powerful magnet. With a sleight-of-hand worthy of a stage magician, she reached behind a display of leather gloves and detached a single, deactivated security tag from a hidden pocket sewn into her bag’s lining. I like that

“The bra,” he said, his voice flat. “Take it off. Or I call a female officer to do it for me. Your choice.”

Sandra held up a hand, her walkie-talkie crackling. “Yes. Could you please come with me for a moment?”