The robber was back.

She came back to our office in broad daylight.

When the team let me know she was out front, I sprinted outside.

(If you missed the first parts, here is part 1 and part 2)

There was already a crowd around the car.

As I got closer, I saw her sitting in the drivers seat.

Daniel moved quickly to the drivers side door and threw it open.

And then he froze.

We all froze.

The girl inside the car was not what we expected.

She was tiny.  Her arms and legs were cut and bruised.  She had scratches on her face.

At first I thought she had been beat up.

But it looked more like she had been running through the woods or bushes.

She started whimpering.

In an instant, all of our anger vanished.  All the concern about break-ins or having your space violated was gone.

Nothing was left but raw sympathy for this poor girl.

We told her that we knew she broke in to our office.

She cried and admitted it, and asked if she could just leave.

So we had a decision to make.

Do we call the police, or do we just let her walk away.

We debated for a few minutes.

And in the end, we didn't have the heart to send this pitiful girl to jail.

So we let her go.

As she turned the corner and we lost sight of her, I heard someone behind me talking about a red truck.

"What red truck" I asked.

They said a red truck had dropped her off at our building.

My heart stopped.

We've been had!

She was casing the office for someone in a red truck.  And I just let her go scot-free.

I pulled out my phone to call the police.

And then what happens?

A red truck turns into our court and then into our parking lot and parks right in front of me.

I'll explain what happened when the red truck pulled up in next week's post.

Which is here: Part 4

Rick @ PosterBurner