Chapter Twenty-Two
The Young Doorman
Tony was trembling in the upstairs manager’s office overlooking the department store merchandise. He tried to look calm and cool but knew it wasn’t coming off. The overweight security guard wouldn’t let go of his upper arm. He’d been caught leaving the store with a sparkling, diamond cut, silver choker necklace he planned to give to his girlfriend. The manager was writing down information from his driver’s license.
“Shall we search him?” asked the security guard, twisting Tony’s arm and lifting him up onto his toes.
“Yeah, go ahead,” said the manager, not looking up.
“Strip.”
“What?”
“I said strip!” ordered the guard, letting go of Tony and pushing him away from the desk. Tony looked around, embarrassed. “Strip or we call the cops.”
Tony turn
