The Thief: Part 4
Walter and the robber looked at the front door, where stood a muscular police officer who had his ebony, black gun pointed upwards who shouted,
“Hands up, thief. We have been searching for you for a long time. I have officers stationed everywhere surrounding this house, so you can’t escape. I am repeating myself again. PUT YOUR HANDS UP!”
The thief did what he was asked for, but he smiled. Just when the officer opened his mouth to inquire why, a huge Ford pick-up truck rammed through Walter and Bertha’s kitchen, along with the rest of the police in the back; although, they were not tied up.
“Come on, boss! Let’s get out of here!” one called out, extending his hand for the robber to grab it, as the truck commenced moving.
Once the robber did, he snickered at Walter and police officer, as he screamed into the distance,
“This won’t be the last of me!”
The innocent officer was speechless, gaping his mouth open so wide, someone could fit the entire universe in it. Walter softly sobbed, as he slowly trotted towards the officer. They discussed all about the robber and Walter filled in what happened to him before this horrible incident. The policeman promised to reconstruct Walter’s kitchen, and when Walter kept muttering thank you, the officer also explained for the old man to come to the police station to receive the money that was stolen from him and that his name was Carlos. Walter was overjoyed and it was too inestimable to express his feelings.
Once Carlos left, the old man stepped up the stairs to a frightened wife, as he realized she must have experienced a shock! He sighed in relief when Bertha told him she was fine.
“What was that CRASH sound, Walter?” Bertha questioned.
Walter scratched his head, and explained that there was a car chase and one of the cars broke their home’s kitchen, but the driver promised to pay for it. Although Bertha was surprised, she was, thankfully, not shocked. Good thing I told the driver promised to pay to fix the car. Otherwise, Bertha may have had more serious effects, Walter pondered, secretly patting himself on the back.
“But what about the hands up I…” bertha asked, quickly and cleverly interrupted by Walter.
“Good night, Bertha!” Walter mentioned, as he kissed his wife on her wrinkled cheeks.
“Ohh ok, good night Walter.” Bertha replied, perplexed.