Closing in

Samantha’s breath caught as the figure bent down and picked up the jar, cradling it close like a treasure. Before he could turn to leave, the police burst out from the shed, flashlights shining and voices raised. Samantha and Mr. Hensley stepped out too, hearts thudding. But when the figure looked up, they were stunned. This wasn’t a young thief — it was an elderly man, trembling.
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