To the left of the croissants and juice bottles, several packaged raincoats fill a low…

To the left of the croissants and juice bottles, several packaged raincoats fill a low shelf. One is missing: the one you tried to steal, but then legally purchased.

To the left of the croissants and juice bottles, several packaged raincoats fill a low shelf. One is missing. No one need be any wiser.

To the left of the croissants and juice bottles, several packaged raincoats fill a low shelf. One, however, lies in the dusty floor: the one you tried and failed to steal.

Look at it, detective. And be ashamed. Until you make it right by legally purchasing that raincoat, I'll make sure you feel guilty every time you see it.

[Leave.]

Steal a raincoat.

The girl delves into the magazine, hair covering her face... vision obscured, she cannot see your hand move.

Down onto one knee. Pretending to do up a shoelace. Take a loose package from the bottom. Slip it in the old sleeve. The girl doesn't notice a thing.

The girl delves into the magazine, hair covering her face... vision obscured, she cannot see your hand move.

Try to grab a package. Any one of them. Slip it up your sleeve and...

Oh no! I said don't let it fall out with a thump! What did you do?

"Um, did you..." The girl stares at the package lying on the floor. It looks a little sad as it lies in the dusty floor.

"I mean, I didn't just see a middle-aged man try to steal a four reál raincoat, did I?"

"No, you didn't. I didn't do it!"

"Really? A plastic poncho?" The lieutenant sighs and looks away.

The clerk stares at you, but doesn't say a thing for a moment or two.

She's like 14! You're humiliated in front of a minor, what's wrong with you, son?!

"I mean, it doesn't even cost that much... like, why would you want to 'fuck with Frittte' over something like this?"

She says 'fuck with Frittte' like it's a saying, or like she's quoting someone. Maybe you can ask her about this later?

"Fucking with Frittte is dangerous, you know." She scratches her cheek, thinking. "Just leave it there, I'll put it away later."

"Don't judge me. I needed it for an official police investigation."

"I'm sorry... I'm such a mess lately..."

"I want to buy a raincoat."

"Yes -- buy it, please, don't steal it..." The clerk removes the garment from the dusty floor and hands it over.

A wrong has been made right. You may rest easy now.

This will keep you nice and warm out there. Good choice, if a bit goofy looking...

"Here you go." The clerk removes the garment from the lower shelf and hands it over.

"What's that?" (Point to the raincoat.)

"What is what?" The girl leans over the counter to see what you're referring to. "Uhm... a raincoat? You know -- like the one you tried to steal earlier?"

"What is what?" The girl leans over the counter to see what you're referring to. "Uhm... a raincoat? You know -- like the one you bought earlier?"

"What is what?" The girl leans over the counter to see what you're referring to. "Uhm, it's a raincoat?"

"If you want to buy one then it's only four reál." She taps on the glass counter. The raincoats patiently await purchase.

The sloppy stacking makes it more difficult to discern the missing one. You will be safe.

Her attention is drawn to the raincoats. Stealing one undetected will now be more difficult.

To the left of some croissants and juice bottles, you see several packaged raincoats fill a low shelf. One is missing: the one you legally purchased.

You see several packaged raincoats fill a low shelf beneath a display of croissants and juice bottles. The raincoats are transparent, except for the big 'FRITTTE' slogan on the back.

The packages are small. Discreet. Sloppily stacked, making them easier to take unnoticed -- no need to worry about knocking over a display.