Gemotions

He dropped the phone, the screen facing down on the hardwood floor. Liam stared at the ceiling, his chest tight. The message: "See you later, gorgeous" had gone to… *the police officer investigating the robbery*. He felt the heat rise up his neck.

He forced himself to take a deep breath, fighting the urge to panic. That message was meant for his… *girlfriend*. He felt the blood drain from his face. This situation was far more precarious than he could have imagined.

The implications flooded his mind: suspicion, interrogation, possibly even jail. He was already skirting the edges of the law. Now he was in deep.

He grabbed the phone, his fingers trembling as he struggled to think. He felt a cold dread creep into his heart. He needed a story. And fast.