The Fattened Thief

The Fattened Thief: Part 1

Detective Jones parked his car at the curb of the sidewalk, parallel to the building he would soon be entering. It was a mom and pop ice cream parlor known as 'Sweet Cream's'. Jones stepped out of the drivers seat, and two other officers followed behind. "What are we dealing with? Homicide? Drug trafficking?" One of the officers asked. Jones shook his head. "No, neither of those. The call said it was a robbery, but they didn't specify what was stolen. Chances are it was a safe that someone broke into." As the three stepped inside the building, the owner stepped forward. He was teary-eyed and shaking. "T-they took a-all of our inventory..." He stammered. Jones raised a brow, but wasn't ready to ask questions. "Just relax for a moment. I'm detective Jones, and I was hired to take on this case, because the local police believe that it's linked to a series of other robberies." He said calmly, raising his badge and I.D. "Tell us what you saw this morning when you unlocked the front door..." The owner sniffled and wiped his eyes. "The front door was broken threw, as if someone through a giant rock at it; and in the freezer room, all of my ice cream was gone. I-I had a year's worth of supply get stolen!" He wailed, as he was beginning to lose his cool once more. Jones wrote it all down in a notebook, and set it down when he was finished. "Sit tight. We're going to examine the freezer room if that's alright with you." The man nodded slowly and meekly. "Of course...a-and my name is Sam, by the way. T-thanks for the help." He reached out his thin hand, which Jones shook firmly. "We won't take more than thirty minutes. Let's get to work, you two." Jones said quietly.