Sheryl and I stood hidden behind a conveniently located wall. We were, of course, conducting a stakeout at the location of the drop off box for the protection money.
We kept an eye on the box for hours, watching as many students dropped off money into the box.
Finally, when the skies were dark, a person with their hoodie on picked up the box, and started walking away with it.
Sheryl ran up and tried to snap a picture of the mastermind's face. Reacting quickly, the hooded person threw the box at Sheryl and started running away.
Sheryl and I gave chase, but to no avail. We lost our suspect, and all we had left was the box that Sheryl was holding.