“He didn't look familiar. Seemed to be a petty thief who saw an opportunity. He was more interested in our pocketbooks than us. And he didn't refer to us by name.”
“What exactly did he say?”
“He was rather cliché, actually. He said: give me your purses, and nobody gets hurt. Very James Cagney, if you ask me.”
Harry raised an eyebrow and turned his piercing gaze to Lisa. “Is that how you remember it?”
She hunched into the blanket Ric had draped over her shoulders. “Yes. That's what he said. And when Teddy didn't immediately give up her bag, he pushed her down and told us not to get cute.”
Ric glared at Teddy. “Were you trying to get killed?”
Harry held up his hand. “Easy, Ric. Let's collect the facts first. Then we can explain to Miss Schafer how foolish it is to mouth off to a mugger
