2. Chapter Two (2/2)

steal something different, depending on what she felt like eating, and

lived off of it for a week. or as long as it would last.she grabbed a pack of rolls this time and sneaked back to the restroom, as

she always did. abby walked in, chose a stall, locked the door, and set

her case down. she unzipped her jacket (abby always wore her baggiest

clothes on stealing days) and stuffed the rolls inside. making sure none

of the plastic covering poked out, abby zipped up her jacket and unlocked

the stall door. she picked up the violin case and headed out of the

restroom.once she was out of the door, abby stopped dead in her tracks and looked

up.she was face to face with an officer.* * *"h-hello, officer . . . ?"he pointed to his tag and then said, in a gruff voice, "stinson. officer

stinson.""well, good morning, officer stinson," abby said with a smile. she felt a

bit more confident now, and she offered her hand. when the officer didn't

take it, she frowned. "i-is there . . . something wrong?"he nodded towards abby's violin."what's in the case?""oh," abby laughed. "this?" she held up the case. "this is my violin."officer stinson didn't look the least bit satisfied with her answer. "and

this is my assistant." he motioned for another man in uniform to come

closer. "officer hastings.""good morning, officer hastings," abby repeated, but this time, she didn't

offer her hand.officer stinson muttered something to officer hastings, but abby still

heard. "search her."as officer hastings nodded and approached abby, she made a run for it. but

before you could say "handcuffs", they were already on abby's wrists, the

cold metal biting into her bones as well as her skin. officer hastings'

hands ran up and down her legs, then her arms, and then he unzipped her

jacket. the rolls fell onto the tile floor."aha!" officer stinson said with a smile on his bearded face. "so this is

what you were hiding?" he held up the bag of rolls as officer hastings

continued the search on her case.abby's eyes narrowed, but she nodded all the same. "and how long have you been stealing? from here? from anywhere?""about eight months.""you do know that any kind of shoplifting is illegal, right?""i'm not stupid," abby said."oh, really?" he turned back around to officer hastings. "got anything in

the case?""no, sir.""well, if you don't end up in jail," he said to abby, "you can have your

violin back---""jail?" officer hastings interrupted. "she looks more like a camp-green-

laker to me."officer stinson looked abby up and down, and then he chuckled to himself.

"you're right."abby looked at the two men with an odd _expression on her face which made

the officers laugh even more. "i've never heard of camp green lake," she

said. but she was about to wish that it didn't even exist.