She searched desperately, sensing her time running out. Rotten luck that the old lady recognized him in the lineup, but at least he’d managed to stash her wallet before they arrested him for assault.
Examining the floor and walls for a crevice big enough, yet small enough, to hide a wallet, she jumped when she heard footsteps coming up the stairs.
One of the curators appeared. “Lost your way, miss? We locked up fifteen minutes ago. Sorry, I was sure everyone was out.”
This is my offering for the Friday Fictioneers prompt: write a 100-word story to go with this picture.