bad people always caught?”
Arthur considered the question carefully.
Then he smiled.
The little girl’s face fell.
“But sometimes,” he continued, “they make one mistake.”
“What kind of mistake?”
Arthur glanced at Lena.
Then at the elevator doors.
Then back at Maya.
“The mistake of believing nobody will fight back.”
The doors opened.
Mother and daughter stepped inside.
For the first time in a very long time, neither looked afraid.
And as the elevator descended, Arthur returned to his office knowing something simple but important:
The thieves hadn’t lost because
