They drove around looking, but I knew they wouldn’t find him. He was probably hiding in some bushes somewhere. I gave them his name, because I knew it, and I told them he was a man I used to work with at my last job. I watched as Addy scrunched up her nose at me. I was sure she thought I was lying. I hoped she would let me talk to her long enough to tell her the truth. The cops made the report and said they would keep an eye out for him. When I said it was the same guy who had stolen her stuff last year, they promised to look up the offense. Honestly, I was not surprised he was out of jail. Petty theft with good behavior didn’t carry much of a sentence these days. When the cops left, I watched Addy walk into the house, and I wondered if I should follow. I wasn’t sure if I was still welcome. She saw me standing in the doorway and shook her head at me. “So, were you in on it?” “In on what?” “Stealing my stuff, did you pick me as the mark or something?”
