‘Excuse me Mr. Officer’
‘Yes?’ the policeman said as he wiped his runny
nose with his sleeve.
‘What unit are you a part of?’
‘What unit?’
‘Yes, what police station do you come from?’
‘Oh, I see!
Yes, of course – unit! I come
from the one down the road of course!’
‘The one down the road?’
‘Yes, the one down the road!’
‘Well, what is it called?’ Thomas asked.
'What’s it called?
Er… er… you mean you don’t know the name of your local police department
son?’
‘No, I’m afraid I don’t’
‘Ah, well let me fill you in. It’s called ‘Lower Park’ police department.’
Now
Thomas knew something was up. It wasn’t
called ‘Lower Park’ police department.
Yes, there was a police station near Lower Park, but Thomas knew it was
called ‘North Side Police Department’ as he had been there only two weeks
before on his school trip. Thomas now
knew that this man was not a real police officer at all – he was an imposter. Now he had to think of a plan to get away.
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