Inspector Sloane Strikes Again
Mona saw the mood shift and hurried over, swaying her hips, trying to press her body against Sharpe's arm out of habit.
"Aw, Derek, honey, why are you so mad? It's just some petty little thief. Gary's just trying to clean up after us."
Sharpe shoved her away, hard.
"Petty thief? Do you two have any idea the sky is about to fall in on us?"
Sharpe pointed up at the ceiling, his finger shaking.
"Corporate headquarters just issued a red alert! The one they're calling the Hatchet—the risk control inspector sent down straight from headquarters to audit the books—walked into our store half an hour ago! Her signal's completely gone dark right now!"