About ten female cops came into the dressing room and instructed all the guests to stand aside.
With the help of the attendants, the cops went through the locker and went through the items in front of all the guests.
Even though it was not exactly an invasion of privacy, some began to complain about the inspection.
One of the guests said, “What is with you cops? Shouldn’t you all be telling us why you’re doing this before going through our things? This is plain rude.”
The female cop, who led the operation, took a glance at her and said in a serious voice, “Sorry about it, Miss. We’re merely carrying out the order from the top, and we can’t tell you why. Please bear with us for a moment.”
The cop’s remark rendered that woman speechless. She folded her arms and let out a cold snort.
It seemed the cop had gotten used to this kind of reaction. She took another glance at her before turning her attention to her team.
Half an hour later, most of the cops reported that they did not find anything suspicious.
The ladies heaved a sigh of relief. They were all terrified because they did not know what the cops were looking for.
While a few more cops were still carrying out their duties, the chief stood patiently at one corner.
About fifteen minutes later, all the cops walked up to her and reported the outcome.
All of a sudden, one of the cops said, “Madam, please come and have a look.”
The chief walked toward the cop, and some of the ladies began to panic.
A line formed between my brows upon seeing the two of them standing in front of my locker.
The cop took out my bag and poured everything out.
“Whose bag is this?” she asked.
Everyone in the dressing room was petrified. Some of them even started whispering, “What exactly are they looking for?”
No one answered. The cop asked once more, “Whose bag is this?”
“It’s mine,” I replied and walked out from the crowd and gave the cop a puzzled look.
Comments
The readers' comments on the novel: In Love, Never Say Never (Ashton Fuller and Scarlett Stovall)