the robbery

“Chauncey wasn't hurt, but he was pretty shaken up,” Anthony said.

“Thank goodness he wasn't hurt.”

“Yeah, well, let me go. The cops are here.”

“I'll be there in ten minutes.”

I focused my attention back on the road. I couldn't believe that the jewelry store had been robbed in broad daylight. Jewelers' Row was one of the safest streets in the city. And Anthony was robbed by another brother.

Rushing into the store, I was unnerved by the sight of police officers around Anthony.

We went to the back of the store to watch the surveillance tape, and I stood next to Anthony as he pushed Play. The camera, which was behind the mirror on the back wall, had a clear shot of the store entrance. On the black-and-white screen, a figure appeared on the other side of the door. Soundless commands were barked at Chauncey as the robber pointed a gun at his head. Chauncey took the cloth sack from the robber and began filling it with bracelets from the nearest display case. As Chauncey made his way down the counter, the robber followed him, gesturing toward some of the jewelry. Chauncey moved to the case closest to where the surveillance camera stood hidden, and he filled it with Rolexes and Movados. The robber, clearly agitated, nervously looked around, and as his face turned toward the camera, I could see his face clearly. Freeman.