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new prada shoes at her, and then the flash of the boy making a left around what she knew was the far outfield part of the Stadium.The policeman started running, too.The thief's name was Ramon.He was not the smartest sixteen year old in the South Bronx. Not even close to being the smartest, mostly because he had always treated school like some sort of hobby. He was not the laziest, either, this he knew, because there were boys his age who spent much more time on the streetcorner and sitting on the stoop than he did. But he was lazy enough, and hated the idea of work even more than he hated the idea of school, which is why he preferred to occasionally get his spending money stealing purses and handbags like the Hulk green one he had in his hand right now.As far as Ramon could tell at this point in his life, the only real job skill he had was this: He was fast.He had been a young soccer star of the neighborhood in his early teens, just across the way on the fields of Joseph Yancy park, those fields a blur to him right now as he ran on the sidewalk at the back end of Yankee Stadium, on his way to the cobblestones of Ruppert Place, which ran down toward home plate."Stop! Police!" Ramon heard from behind him.He looked around, saw the fat cop starting to chase him, wobbling like a car with a flat tire.Fat chance, Ramon thought.Ramon's plan was simple: He would cut across Ruppert Place and run down the hill to Macombs Dam Park, across the basketball courts there, then across the green expanse of outfield that the two ballfields shared there. Then he would hop the fence at the far end of Macombs Dam Park and run underneath the overpass for the exit from the Deegan Expressway, one of the Stadium exits.And then Ramon would be gone, working his way back toward the neighborhoods to the north, with all their signs pointing toward the George Washington Bridge, finding a quiet place to count his profits and decide which girl he would spend them on tonight. "Stop . I mean it!" the fat cop yelled.Ramon looked over his shoulder, saw that the cop was already falling behind, trying to chase and yell and speak into the walkie talkie he had in his right hand all at once. It made Ramon want to laugh