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He frowned. He patted down the lining. Nothing.

Sandra hesitated. “Sir, protocol says—”

He moved to her jean pockets. Empty. He knelt down and checked her boots. Nothing. He stood up, frustrated. His eyes landed on her bralette. The fabric was thin, but there was a slight, unnatural bulge near the left cup. Shoplyfter - Aubree Ice

Aubree’s lips curled into the first genuine smile she had shown all day. “You’re thorough. I like that.”

“I was tying my shoe,” she said, pointing to her boot. “Look. It’s double-knotted. I’m clumsy.” He frowned

“Your bag first,” he said, his voice straining to remain professional.

“Stand up,” he ordered.

Morgan sighed, the sound of a man who had heard that exact sentence fifteen thousand times. “Miss Ice, we have you on camera near the case. We have you bending down, reaching into your bag. The timing is… unfortunate.”