We meet again

The teenager stopped trying to fight, realizing that he was in trouble. 

"No, please. Don't do that. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to."

Bradley looked at the teenager, who was begging him to let him go. 

"That's fine, you can go now," Bradley said. 

"But I'm keeping your phone. It has materials that are valuable evidence. You can head down to the station to get it back." 

The teen felt frustrated, but also relieved. 

"But no charges against me, right?" 

"Right?" Bradley nodded, reluctantly. He didn't want to ruin the kid's life.

The teen nodded, quickly. "OK, fine. I'll get going. But I'll be at the station tomorrow to get it back."

Bradley didn't say anything, as he watched the teen walk away.