“Elliott!” Darcy knew she hadn’t imagined it this time, his thin pale face staring out at her from the throngs of busy shoppers—and as she tried to maneuver through the crowd, her fear turned to anger. “Stop, Elliott! Stop!” She saw several curious heads turn and began to shout louder. “Stop that guy! He stole my purse!” To her annoyance, no one joined in the chase, and she gritted her teeth and ran harder.
