Jenny remembered a news report she had seen recently. The reporter had spoken of a robbery at the local museum, where several ancient artifacts had been stolen. He doesn’t possibly think I’m involved in that, right?, she wondered, panic setting in. The idea seemed absurd, but with the officer’s behavior, anything now seemed possible.
Her heart raced faster. Could he have mistaken her replicas for those stolen artifacts? The thought was ludicrous, yet there she was, in the back of a police car, treated like a criminal. The officer’s ominous words echoed in her head, ‘You’re going to regret this.’ His eyes, visible in the rearview mirror, bore into her with a chilling intensity. Jenny felt a cold fear gripping her. She was in danger, and she knew it.