Brielle Cavanaugh's POV
I rummaged through the never ending aisles of clothing. A three year old little boy was throwing a tantrum outside the toy section. Two middle aged women were sitting on a bench and turning their noses up at anyone who walked past. A group of girls from my year were gossiping as they searched through the jewellery section. Typical Rosewood.
I walked over to a stand of diamond necklaces. My eye caught on a particular necklace with a ruby encrusted in it. I picked it up and gawked at the price tag of $10, 000 dollars.
I carefully placed the necklace back on the stand and continued to look around. My phone vibrated in my pocket and I quickly pulled it out to check the message.
Tip-toe Tip-toe
No one around to hear you scream
Kisses,
-A
I scanned the message and hastily opened the attachment. It was a picture of me with my back turned. I gasped, the picture had to have been taken within the past five minutes. I wildly whirled around and tried to spot who had taken the picture. The section of the store was completely empty.
I shuddered, then hoisted my bag over my shoulder. I made a beeline for the exit of the store. To my surprise as soon as I stepped out of the store an ear-piercing siren started to blare.
I looked around in confusion. What could have caused the alarm to go off?
The shopkeeper left his office and started to make his way over to me.
"Miss, I'm going to need to look through your bag." The shopkeeper demanded, as he came to stand beside me.
"Of course." I agreed, handing him my bag. The shopkeeper started to search through the bag. "I don't understand why you would need to look through my-" I cut off when the shopkeeper pulled a necklace out of my bag. It was the ruby necklace I had been looking at before.
"Young lady theft is a serious crime." The shopkeeper warned as he glared at me.
"I swear I didn't put that in my bag." I stuttered. "It must be some kind of mistake, I would never steal anything."
"I'm afraid it doesn't look that way." The shopkeeper said. "What is your name?"
"Brielle Cavanaugh." I whispered.
"Well Miss Cavanaugh I'm going to need to ask you to come with me." The shopkeeper said.
"Where are we going?" I asked.
"You attempted to steal a $10,000 dollar necklace. The shopkeeper replied. "We're going to the police station."
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"Are the handcuffs really necessary?" I complained, as a policewomen dragged me into the police office.
"I told you to shut up." She replied.
"Well I told you I didn't put that necklace in my bag." I shot back.
The policewomen sighed. "Miss Cavanaugh you are already in a lot of trouble, I don't think you want to play this game with me."
I had to bite my tongue to stop myself from replying.
"I'm going to need you to wait in there." The policewomen said gesturing to another room at the back of the station.
"The holding cell?" I said in disbelief. "I didn't do anything wrong!"
"Just go Miss Cavanaugh." The policewomen said her voice dangerously low. She unlocked my handcuffs.
