Harold ran after the thief and the two women fallowed after him. Harold was close to him when, by accident, he brushed past an elderly lady, knocking her to the ground. As was his way, he turned to assist the woman. When he turned back though, Julie waved him on. “I will help her,” she shouted. “Go get the thief.”
Harold turned back and found that he’d lost what little ground he’d made. Frowning, he cursed, took a deep breath, and ran in the direction of the thief.
Julie squatted in front of the old lady and asked her if she was alright. She had planned to help her stand up, but the old lady was trembling, which meant that Julie didn’t know what to do. The old lady tried to speak, but it was apparent that she could not. Furthermore, she was obviously in pain.
The old lady looked at Ju
