“Could you to come with us, sir.”
The voice came from behind me. I turned away from the outfitters window. Two policemen – one whispered into his radio. I heard crackle and static.
“Yeah we’ve got him.”
The high street was busy, shuffling with office workers on lunch breaks. Many of them stopped to stare. My cheeks became hot.
“We had a call from the girl in here – says you have been loitering – taking photos through the window.”
“I think it would be better if you came quietly.”
“I’m not a pervert.”
The larger of the policemen stretched his shoulders as if preparing for a fight. I looked beyond him. The high street was clotted with pedestrians. A man filmed with a mobile phone. Someone pulled out sandwiches.
“Come on you lot.” The policeman shouted. “There is nothing to see there.
The crowd shuffled without moving; there was plenty to see.
My throat was dry. The radio hissed something I couldn’t understand.
“The van’s on its way sergeant.”
“There’s a word for people like you.”
“I was just… I was looking at the bow ties.”
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