The Thief: Part 3
“Stop the car! Stop the car!” Walter screeched into the driver’s ear.
The mysterious person wore the same red hoodie as Walter observed the other day. He was the thief. As soon as he took a glimpse of Walter rushing out of the car, he made a run for it. Perspiration swept through Walter’s body as if he was drenched with heavy rain as he chased after the teen. When the robber could not be seen anywhere, the old man drooped his shoulders and trotted back to the fuming cab driver.
“Mr., what’s your problem,” he rambled on, “I can get you to your home, but I am going to charge you more!”
But when the man heard Walter’s story and about who he was chasing just a few minutes ago, he regretted what he had said.
“I’m sorry, Mr. McClean, I didn’t realize. I won’t charge you anything, I promise.” the taxi driver swore to Walter, who muttered, “Thank you” over and over again under his breath.
As Walter thanked the driver again, and insisted him to accept a few coins when they reach home. The driver finally accepted it, and escorted the couple to the front door. After a “Good-bye”, Walter and Bertha stepped inside their home. Walter made Bertha sleep and sat by her on the linen cloth lying over the worn-out bed.
“The world needs more people like him, Bertha,” Walter stated.
“Yes, Walter.” Bertha concurred.
Just then, a shadow appeared peering curiously through the bedroom window. Walter gasped softly enough for Bertha not to hear him. he did not want her to experience another shock. He grabbed a wooden stick that leaned on his wooden study table in case if the person outside broke in and a flashlight to cast upon the person to confirm whether he is the thief. As he flashed the light towards the window, the person was not there. Maybe it was just a frightening thought, Walter concluded, but then he heard the door slowly creak open. He was here. Gripping the stick tightly, he crept out of the room, but just a little, as he feared if someone else would take Bertha by breaking into the window. When he was sure that no one would do that, he inched forward a little bit more, his skinny feet dragging across the carpeted floor. he peered thought the railings, to observe the person with the same read hoodie. It was confirmed. He was the thief. Having his thought confirmed Walter was about to charge at him when he pondered, What if he has a gun? As he slowly descended to the floor, he thought again, But if I do not take action, the boy will come upstairs and Bertha will also be in trouble.
“Get out of here, you thief! You cowardly thief!” Walter charged at him with all his might.
*gunshot*