Flash Shot

An Arresting Welcome Home

Larry slid his key into the back door's deadbolt, sighing in relief.

He slipped into the kitchen, grabbed a beer from the fridge, and then lumbered into the living room. He nursed the brew while watching Letterman. After the show, he crept upstairs.

He found the safe stashed in the master bedroom's closet like he'd overheard the chatty broad say as he crafted an extra copy of her house key for himself. He'd also heard she was leaving for summer vacation.

Light suddenly brightened the room.

"Looks like we caught 'The Locksmith Bandit,' Sarge," the chatty broad announced into the small walkie-talkie attached, above her badge, to her uniform shirt.

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