They’d called me in to investigate. Someone had decided that the market place was their personal property. Too much disappeared from the stalls lately.
I walked around, looking at the tourists, but no one was looting the merchandize. I watched the usual cyclists, mom’s with strollers, kids with back-packs. These were the people to look out for in these situations.
Sitting down at a café, I ordered a cappuccino. A movement caught my eye.
A magpie swooped down from the church tower and landed near a costume jewelry stall. Then, hopped up and nipped a ring! I’d found my shop-lifter!