Harry's POV after his second to last robbery:
I almost got caught. If it wasn't for Caroline giving me the wrong information, cops wouldn't have gotten there so quickly. I just got out as they were pulling up in front of the building. I'm now speeding down the road, hoping they don't catch on.
Just as I'm coming up to an intersection I turned to look behind me to make sure no one was following me. Just as I turn back to the road, cars start honking. I wonder what's happening? Before I can do anything else, I feel something slam into the passenger side of my car. My ears start ringing and my hearing is all messed up. I carefully got out of the car to see how bad the damage was.
Once I caught sight of the other car, I grimaced. It's front end was almost completely smashed in. I walked around my car to get a better angle before I realized… It's a cop car. I crashed in a cop car. This is not good. My first instinct was to run, so I did.
I knew I had an old friend who lived in the area, so I made a beeline straight for his flat. I ran for five or so minutes before I reached his building. I took the elevator up to give myself time to catch my breath. One the number reached '8', the doors dinged open and I casually made my way down the hallway to his door and knocked.
I heard some scuffling from inside before the doors swung open.
"Hey man, long time no see," he greeted me.
"Yeah, good to see you mate," I replied with a smile.
"What can I do for you?" He asked.
"Ah, well my car broke down and my phone is dead. do you think I could use your phone to call a tow truck and wait here till it gets here?" I lied, still smiling so he wouldn't suspect anything.
"Sure thing, come on in," he said, moving to the side to let me in.
"Thanks Liam"