“Ten minutes,” the captain repeated.

“Anything left in that structure after ten minutes stays locked inside until a judge orders a property retrieval.”

Mark pulled against the metal cuffs, his confident posture collapsing completely as he stumbled toward his car.

“Vanessa, get the television,” Mark barked at her.

“Get it yourself,” she muttered, though she ran up the porch steps anyway.

Officer Hale stood by the open side door with his hand resting near his belt, watching his watch.

Vanessa came back out carrying a forty-inch flat-screen television by its black plastic frame, her heel catching on the bottom step.