I was sitting in line at a coffee shop when I noticed a wallet on the floor. I took it up, opened it, and saw an ID with a man’s face and name. I decided to do the right thing by returning it, so I asked the barista if anyone had misplaced a wallet. She peered at it and exclaimed, “That guy just left!”

I dashed outside and saw the man get into a taxi. I rushed after him, waving my wallet. He noticed me and grinned as he exited. “You’re a lifesaver, kid!” he exclaimed, taking the wallet. “Let me give you something for your trouble.” He opened it, peered inside, and his expression altered. “Where’s my cash?” he demanded.

Surprised, I muttered, “It was empty when I found it.” He grabbed my wrist and yelled, “Kid, don’t lie to me.” Did you take it? Another man jogged up to us. “That’s my wallet,” he responded, pointing to the ID. We all froze. It turned out that the individual I was returning it to had stolen it from the rightful owner just seconds earlier.This is how we restored justice.