Dave felt a shiver run down his spine when Ryan pointed to a woman in the distance, saying, "That's the lady who gave me the wristwatch." His heart raced as he quickly took the half-eaten ice cream cone from Ryan’s small hands, threw it away, and paid for the order. Grabbing Ryan’s hand, he knelt down to his level and asked, "Where did she go?"
Ryan, wide-eyed and oblivious to the growing tension in his father’s voice, pointed down a side aisle. "She went that way. She turned the corner."
Without wasting a second, Dave followed Ryan’s lead, weaving through the busy ice cream shop and following the direction his son had pointed. He saw the woman standing by a rack of clothes, casually browsing as if she hadn’t just been caught in the middle of something suspicious. Dave approached her cau
