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“The bra,” he said, his voice flat. “Take it off. Or I call a female officer to do it for me. Your choice.”

She handed him the tote. He upended it. A wallet, a lip balm, a sketchbook, and a single pencil clattered onto the desk. No scarf. No security tags. Nothing. Shoplyfter - Aubree Ice

She wasn’t looking at the $300 foundation. She was looking at the mirrors. Specifically, the convex security mirrors in the corners. “The bra,” he said, his voice flat

She turned, her back to Sandra, and bent down to tie her shoe. In that three-second window, her hand dipped into her oversized tote bag. She palmed a small, powerful magnet. With a sleight-of-hand worthy of a stage magician, she reached behind a display of leather gloves and detached a single, deactivated security tag from a hidden pocket sewn into her bag’s lining. Your choice