47- Thieves Catching a Thief

“I want to get him as much as you do but you are hurt and you need a doctor.” Spencer reasons with me, making me want to yank at his perfect hair.

“Spencer, I swear to God! If you don't put me down and let me race to find that bastard, I will scream and tell people that you are kidnapping me.” I reason in my own way. He seems to consider my threat seeing I sound deadly serious.

“Oh, you wouldn't do that.” He doesn't sound so sure. Good for him. I'm so angry that even I don't know what I'm capable of doing right now.

“Oh, but I definitely would. That kid flashed me his middle finger. You think I will let that little bastard disrespect me like that? Let me down, Spencer. He is getting away. We need to get him! Don't waste time for no reason.” I drill him like a damn drill sergeant.

When he takes his time to think it over, I yell at him again.

“I have an idea.” He says, his eyes landing on someone who is standing near a food court with his bike a few feet away from him.

“But there