Blonde locks bouncing, the uniformed teen tiptoes through the store, her heart pounding in rhythm with her sneakers. The camera's red light winks at her, oblivious to her illicit mission. She stuffs a small item into her bag, her pulse quickening. Suddenly, a towering figure in blue materializes, his hand clamping down on her shoulder. "Gotcha," he grunts, escorting her to the back. The teen gulps, her mind racing, as the cop's demanding gaze strips her of her innocence, one button at a time.