Amy was in and out of the boutique changing room. She finally chose a dress and paid. She left the shop and retraced her steps to the train station.
The man tailing her followed. By now, Amy was aware of her tail and was proud she was continuing to wag it furiously!
In the time she was in the boutique, the unmarked police car had arrived, parking across the street. After she’d left, the two men went into the boutique and immediately checked the changing room.
“Is this what you’re looking for?” said the proprietor, holding up a manila envelope.