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The bicycle had been left unsecured and unguarded. “People should know better,” thought Pete.
He leaned against the light pole that propped the bike, looked at his watch, glanced around. He just looked like a guy waiting for someone.
Finally, he mounted the bike. Again, he glanced around as if making sure the person he waited for wasn’t coming. Checking traffic, he pedaled off with confidence.
“Home free!” he thought, a smirk twisting his lips. “People are so stupid!”
The whoop-whoop of the siren gave him a jolt.
“Gotcha, Sneaky Pete!” The cop smirked, too.