Leroy rushed up to them. “Good going, Brian. Have you made the arrest?”
“Arrest? Will someone tell me what’s going on?” Florence asked breaking away from Cathy and standing by Howard. “We were just shopping. Brian pulled us out of the store and said he had some questions for Howard.”
Leroy ignored her. “Put your hands behind your back, Mr. Briggs,” he instructed, taking out his handcuffs and standing behind Howard.
“Mr. Briggs? You have the wrong man, Leroy. This is Howard Hunt. Howard, tell him who you are.” Florence’s voice rose.
“Gran, calm down.” Cathy tried to get close to her again, but she shrugged her off. “Tell me, Howard. Who is Mr. Briggs?”
As Leroy cuffed him and began reading him his Miranda rights, Howard lowered his head and said, “I’m afraid that’s me.”
Brian was miff
