“Yes, Mr Wiltson, you really have won a cruise!”

I pick at my Chinese takeaway as the old fool gives me all his details.

A few clicks of my keyboard and I watch his money go down to zero.

“I will send you the tickets in three business days. You’re welcome.”

Ending the call I slurp on noodles and smile to myself.

Then my smile drops.

The account numbers seemed a little strange and now I can see where exactly it came from.

Swearing, I abandon my takeaway and scramble at the keys.

There’s no undoing what’s been done here, I’ve taken money from the police department.

It seems to have alerted them to my location and frozen all of my accounts in the process.

I have to destroy all my evidence but there’s a sudden pounding at the door.

“Police!”

I make my getaway from the window with only my emergency bag across my back.