After confronting April, I go to Helena’s to see Maria.
Unfortunately, she’s busy with customers. She tells me she’s got a break coming up in about half an hour, so I wait in the back, browsing merchandise. Maybe I’ll buy something, get Maria a nice little commission.
And that’s when April comes into the store.
Instinctively, I hide behind a rack of dresses. I feel like an idiot, camped out behind the dress rack, watching April. But I can’t look away. She’s looking through Maria’s purse. Is she searching for that phone? Whatever she’s looking for, she doesn’t seem to find anything.
And then I watch her march over to Maria, and the two of them have it out. I want to leap to Maria’s defense, but something tells me my presence will only escalate things. I don’t want to get Maria in trouble at work. So I hang back.
And then I watch April storm off while Maria goes to help another customer. But the next thing I see, I can hardly believe.
April takes a pair of earrings off a rack. She glances around to make sure nobody is watching her, but she can’t see me crouched behind the dress rack. She expertly removes the tags from the earrings, then drops them in her bag. She does it like somebody who has stolen many things in her lifetime—that doesn’t surprise me one bit. And then she strides purposefully toward the exit.
I nearly leap out of my hiding place to warn Maria that April is about to steal some earrings. But it turns out it’s unnecessary.
The alarm that goes off is almost deafening. My first instinct is to cover my ears, but that isn’t what I do. Instead, I take out my phone and snap a photo of April being apprehended by the security guard.
That should give her something to think about.
Maria is fuming mad when the security guard takes April away into a back room. I come out to talk to her, and her face is pink. “Can you believe that woman?” she rants. “She tried to steal two-hundred-dollar earrings!”
“I believe it,” I say. April has stolen far more than that from her own son’s school.
“What a mess.” She shakes her head. “Now we’ve got to deal with the police coming over. And I’m sure she’ll pretend it was all a mistake. The police officer will probably end up taking her out for coffee.”
She’s probably right.
“Wait.” I grab her arm. “Before the police come, have her sign a confession.”
Maria freezes. “What?”
“If she signs a confession,” I say. “Then you use that in court.” “She won’t sign a confession!”
“Of course she will.” I shrug. “Just tell her you won’t call the police if she signs a confession.”
“I have to call the police. It’s our policy to prosecute shoplifters.” “Right. But you don’t tell her that.”
Maria narrows her eyes at me. “Okay… But where do I get a confession?”
“Do you have a computer? I can type one up for you. It’s not rocket science.”
I have seen enough signed confessions before, so I’m able to have one typed up in five minutes. And just as I predicted, April is only too happy to sign—Elliot will go nuts when he finds out. Any good lawyer will get it thrown out of court, but I want to stick it to April.
Maybe this will teach her a lesson.
