It was surprising how calm the girl was. No one had expected her to sit so politely and quietly after they’d nabbed her. That hadn’t been easy at all. She had some great people on her side. It had taken three tries - the first two being failed before they were even noticed - to finally snag her and race the car away.
They thought for sure she would have cried, or begged, or something. However, once they’d settled her in the seat of the car, taken her phone, covered the windows, she had simply turned a haughty glare towards anyone who looked at her.
“Come on where’s Marcus?? She’s starting to freak me out with that look,” somebody hissed under their breath.