“Don’t move or scream.” A tall, thin masked man was standing next to her car. He was holding a knife.
She had already started to hand him her purse. He pushed it
“Give me your bra.”
“Your bra. Give it to me now.”
He stepped closer, pressing her against the car. He slashed
open her shirt. He tore the fabric away as he slashed open the bra. Fake
breasts fell to the ground.
“What the?” the bandit said then looked up at the male undercover
“You have the right to remain silent.”