He seems to get away with it

Dean strolls out of the store as casual and as carefree as any other customer not giving away any sign that he has a pocket full of loot. He leaves the mall and rides his bike home without a backwards glance. If he had looked back he may not have been so relaxed, not if he had seen the nasty smirk on the clerk's face as she watched him leave.

Feeling pretty good about himself he heads straight to his room to inspect his haul. He picks through the pile of miscellaneous clothes. It's mostly junk but one piece stands out from the rest...