Grady blinked, then realized that in his haste to nab the thieves, he had accidentally grabbed an innocent bystander.
"Sorry, miss," he said. "I thought you were ... never mind." He let the man go and then continued his pursuit of the thieves. As he ran, he had this strange feeling that there were three thieves. But that couldn't be. There were only two.
After Grady left the building, the 42-year old man that was let go looked down at himself. He was wearing a white tank top, a pink miniskirt, and a pair of 3-inch open-toe heels. "What the hell am I wearing?" It was like something a teenage girl might wear.
