TO CATCH A THIEF.

Sandra's silhouette moves away from the dark corner she was hiding, a satisfactory smirk finally gracing her face. She had waited for days for this opportunity to come. She had been patient and calm. She had been quiet. She took all the insults she got at the dinner table and in the house entirely.

She saw everything but she didn't say a word. Because she was a patient predator. She knew that her victim was going to fall into the trap one way or another. All she needed to do was wait for it to happen.

And tonight, she had been lucky. She heard Peter speak...