As soon as she walked through the lobby, it was all over. FOOSH! She sucked that picture off the wall like it was a ball of dog hair and she was the Vacu-Stricker 2000.

I didn’t care, though. It was already mission accomplished (for now). I just took my extra-well-tied shoes and beat it before Mrs. Stricker could figure out I was anywhere within a mile of that art. It’s not like I had broken any official rules, but why take chances? I wanted to live another day.

And so did SAM.