Narrative Writing – Low Profile

Boris Watkins was humming a tune to the radio in his car when the music was interrupted by a special news program bulletin. We break into our regular programming to bring you an update on the savings bank robbery that occurred earlier today at the St. Georges branch of the United Bank. A l one and only(a) gunman escaped with nearly two million dollars, injury two guards and an off-duty police officer while making his exit. Due to a malfunction in the banks security cameras, a photograph is not available, exclusively a police sketch has just been released to the public. More details pass on fol embarrassed as they grapple to light. We now return you to our regular broadcast.Boris strolled finished the side door of the packed jewellery store, avoiding the businesss main entrance. Casually he surveyed the store as he pretended to study a pennon proclaiming Diamond Sale Days. One of the clerks, an attractive raw woman dressed to the nines(p) in a formal business suit, was speakin g in low tones to the stores handsome young security guard. Though the store itself was crowded, the saleswomans area was experiencing a lax clock time. She was taking advantage of the lull by passing the time with the handsome guard.From the way the two of them spoke, Boris guessed they were planning an after-hours rendezvous when short the girls eyes caught his. In the brief span of their eye contact, he matte something odd in her stare. Had she recognised him, or in some otherworldly way knew what he was up to? There had been a sudden paroxysm of something he couldnt quite place his finger on come out of the closet front their gazes broke. No, he was just existence paranoid. It was part of the rush that accompanied his thefts, something he had to control. When he was stealing, Boris always felt as if he was on the verge of being caught. If he was honest with himself, he would acknowledge that this was part of the thrill.When he glanced backwards at the girl, he saw that she was engaged in deep confabulation with her beau, forgetting about him completely. That was the way Boris liked it the lower the profile, the better. Boris walked out of their direct crapper and approached a busy proceeds where several customers were vying for a lone salesmans attentions. Perfect.He pushed his way to the counter, and after several minutes of waiting, managed to catch the mans attention. Boris asked to take care tierce sets of expensive ball field earrings and one set of inferior jewellery almost likely brought into the store just for the sale. Pretending to ponder the choices, Boris ignored the energetic crowd at his elbows. Finally another customer grew impatient with him and state in a stern voice to the salesman, While hes making up his mind, I see exactly what I want. I insist that you find out my money right now.That was what Boris had been waiting for. With the salesmans attention distracted for a fewer moments, Boris slipped the most expensive ear rings off the counter and into his pocket before anyone could see what hed done.In plain sight, he picked up the cheap earrings and approached the salesman with a l dollar bill in his hand. Boris said, Ive made up my mind. Ill take these.The salesman looked at Boris, then back at the abandoned earrings still on the counter ten paces away. Breathlessly, he said, One moment, please, as he retrieved the unclaimed diamond sets remaining. Frowning for a second at the counter, he shrugged slightly before replacing the remaining sets back in the display.Boris hadnt even realized hed been dimension his breath. After accepting the womans purchase ahead of him, the clerk took care of Boris, pointedly ignoring his attempt at small talk as he watched a few disgruntled customers walking away empty-handed. With a store root word proudly displayed, Boris fought his way back to the side entrance hed just come in. The odds of anyone suspecting him of wrongdoing should be negligible. After all, he had a utterly legitimate receipt in his possession for the cheap earrings now in his bag. It was simply a matter of walking out of the store unremarked and hed be home free.As he passed the counter where the attractive young woman had been speaking with the security guard, Boris was relieved to see that both of them had vanished, believably taking their breaks together. He was just stepping out of the door when he discover a squad of police facing him, their guns drawn in a semi-circle, every weapon pointing directly at him.Through a bullhorn, one of the police officers commanded, Drop your bag and hit the ground, or well shoot.Boris did as he was told, stunned by the massive show of force. He looked up in despair as he saw an officer clad in a bullet-proof vest approach him cautiously. In seconds, Boris was handcuffed and jerked to his feet.He said, I dont construe whats going on.The officer who had cuffed him said, Dont play dumb. A clerk inside sight you the second you wal ked in the door.Yeah, Ive been arrested once before, but it was never with this much fuss.What did you expect? Its not like you were keeping a low profile.What are you talk of the town about?Without saying a word, the officer reached into his back pocket and pulled out a sheet of paper.Boris found his sketched image staring back at him from the Wanted Bulletin. His knees went weak as he realised that he was a dead ringer for the police sketch of the man whod just robbed the bank.