56, Go through the moving rocks, part 4

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Dorothy ran sweaty through Denver. So that she didn't have to explain every detail, she drew a simple caricature of a pickpocket and showed it to others.

"Have you seen someone like this?"

"He's about six feet tall."

But she couldn't find the pickpocket. She began to wonder if it should be left to a professional sheriff. At that time, the pickpocket was on the streetcar that crossed in front of her.

"Stop!"

Dorothy chased the tram while shouting.

It was impossible for the woman to keep up with the speed of the streetcar, but the passengers on the streetcar made a fuss and someone advised the driver to stop the streetcar.

The conductor got off the tram and asked Dorothy what she was doing.

"There's a pickpocket on the train. A young man in a frat cap. I want my wallet back."

A police officer arrived after receiving a call. The pickpocket tried to escape, but was apprehended by the passengers. The pickpocket was arrested by the police and the wallet was returned to Dorothy. Passengers applauded and Dorothy thanked them in tears.

"Thank you very much. Thanks to all of you, I was saved."

After the debriefing, it was already late at night when Dorothy left The Denver Police Department. The grocery store had already closed.

"I will come again tomorrow."

Dorothy returned to the station dejectedly. To her surprise, the parked Argo was not there.

"Excuse me, what happened to the Argo?" she asked the station attendant.

"The Argo has departed."

Dorothy was at a loss.

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