The officer crouched down and picked up one of the tomatoes.
It was heavier than it should have been.
He turned it over. Pressed gently.
The smile vanished from his face.
“Ma’am,” he said quietly, standing up, “step away from the crate.”
“What? Why?” his partner asked, confused.
The officer didn’t answer. He lifted another tomato and twisted it slightly.
The skin split — revealing what was hidden inside.
“Arrest her,” he said firmly. “Now.”
“What? What happened?” the partner asked, surprised.
The policeman showed me a tomato. Its surface had tiny puncture marks, as if someone had inserted something inside with a needle. Similar marks were found on other vegetables.
Later, during the investigation, it was discovered that the woman, posing as a helpless old woman, was distributing illegal substances.
At home, they found a son, a disabled person, who made all this, and his mother delivered and sold it, taking advantage of the fact that no one would suspect her trembling hands and old smile.
The world has long since learned to hide evil under the most harmless guise.
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