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Thrown for a Loss

        up  here.  One  of  the  fancier  wristwatch  shops  had  its  own  armed
        guard,  in  fact.  The  kids  on  the  second  floor  knew  me,  because  I
        worked  Saturdays  and  Sundays  most  weeks.  You  reach  a  kind  of
        truce  with  potential  troublemakers  when  you’re  a  security  guard,
        establishing  boundaries  neither  side  will  cross  without  making  the
        situation unpleasant for everyone. I had no immediate problem with
        the mall rats by the escalator.
          “Ladies and gentlemen, your attention please.” I had this speech
        down  pat.  “An  incident  has  occurred  at  Cumbaya  Mall  to  which
        some of you may be witnesses. If you will come forward and leave
        your name and telephone number, the management would appreciate
        it.”
          Nobody moved.
          “And I would appreciate it if anybody here who saw who pushed
        the  emergency  stop  button  on  that  escalator  would  come  see  me
        immediately.”
          A few people looked around like hunted animals. Others looked at
        the  floor.  Nobody  moved,  except  backward,  putting  a  little  more
        distance between them and me.
          “All  right.  Then  please  continue  enjoying  Cumbaya  Mall.  The
        management  hopes  this  will  not  affect  your  shopping  experience,
        and—”
          “Just a minute, please!”
          It was the lady cop. I hadn’t heard her come up behind me. That’s
        not  good.  My  hearing  is  very  sharp.  I  can  tune  out  the  constant
        background noise of the mall and pick out individual sounds, so I like
        to think nobody can sneak up on me. I glanced at her shoes. They
        were  new  Klipspringers,  now  spotted  with  blood.  I  looked  at  the
        shopping bag she had abandoned on her way to the accident scene. It
        was  from  Unijock,  athletic  shoes  and  accessories,  just  two  doors
        down on the south side. She must have just come out of there, with
        her old shoes in a new box in the bag. See, I can put two and two
        together if it’s in front of my face as well as any police detective.
          “I am Lieutenant Gramercy, metropolitan police. We will need to
        question everyone who was near this spot when the emergency stop
        was pushed and the buzzer sounded. Your cooperation is necessary.
        Please do not leave the area if you were present—or if anyone else
        can identify you as being present.”

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