The thief winced. "I saw your designer clothes and fancy bag—I could tell you were rich. Do I need anyone to tell me that?"
Natalie's fury boiled over. "You call yourself a thief and still have the nerve to talk about your 'profession'? Have you no shame?"
Then she grabbed her phone. "Fine. You want me to call the police? Just wait." She dialed the emergency number.
The police arrived promptly and arrested the thief after hearing the details.
A crowd had gathered.
"Girls these days, even if you have money, don't flaunt it. You're just asking for trouble."
"Exactly. That's why she was targeted."
"Next time, I'm wearing something basic."
Natalie stood there, speechless.
Did I just become a cautionary tale?
Scanning the crowd, she suddenly had a terrible thought.
What if there were more malicious people hiding among the onlookers?
She'd been lucky Logan was around this time. But what about next time?
With a small smile, she turned to him. "Mr. Parker, may I hitch a ride?"
