“It’s a frame-up,” Carrie said angrily as she darted out of the shop. She didn’t get far. The officer followed, taking her arm firmly to stop her, before leading her, as she struggled every step of the way, back inside.
“Miss Lyons, I’m going to ask you to accompany me down to the station. You can make it easy on yourself and come willingly, or I can have Officer Norton handcuff you. It’s your choice.”
“I want a lawyer,” Carrie replied. “I’m being framed and you know it.”
“You’re not under arrest,” Mike pointed out.
“Not yet,” she said angrily. Then she relented with ill grace. “I’ll go with you, because you’re not going to find anyone’s prints on the pen, so you won’t be able to say I’m the one who took it.”
“Oh? How do you know there won’t be fingerprints?” Mike asked, giving her a knowing look
Carrie obviously realized her slip up. “I want to call a lawyer.”