Frankie froze and squeezed his eyes shut.
Crud. Double crud.
“Put your hands up.”
He stuck his hands in the air. I’m going to prison for this.
“Now turn around. Real slow.”
Opening his eyes, Frankie pivoted.
Someone yanked off his hood and shined a light in his face. Frankie squinted.
“Well, look here. You’re just a kid.” The cop jerked Frankie’s arms back and handcuffed him. “You have the right to remain silent….” The cop hauled Frankie through the museum and out the door.
As the cop shoved Frankie in the squad car, Frankie glanced toward the woods. The burglar stood in the shadows, watching.