Inside the mahjong parlor.
The bald man scrutinized the two men before him—one fat, one thin.
Their figures seemed to slowly overlap with the images of the two thieves from the surveillance footage.
'Could this young Miss Jennings really have some talent?'
The fat man and the thin man were extremely nervous.
'Shit, we just grabbed the stuff and the cops are here already. Did they find out?'
The thin man mustered his courage. "Officer, this is a misunderstanding! We're good citizens. How could we possibly steal anything?"
"Yeah, yeah!" the fat man chimed in. "You've got the wrong guys!"
The bald man presented a search warrant. "We'll see if you're the wrong guys after a search."
Ten minutes later.
They had found nothing.
With none of the stolen goods found, the two nervous thieves instantly breathed a sigh of relief.
A flash of triumph crossed the thin man's eyes. He chuckled, "See, Officer? Now do you believe us? We're good citizens!"
