I honestly hadn't expected Jake to be angry. I had waited to text him to avoid worrying him, which, in hindsight, maybe I shouldn't have done. I probably should have said something immediately. But then I would have lost the story, the facts, the good stuff. I would have been left with nothing more than watching police officers cuffing bad guys. Now I had the satisfaction of that and a story.

"I thought I was getting an old lady's purse back," I snapped back. That was an iron clad excuse, I thought. Practically Girl Scout worthy. "And look! A whole drug ring just got busted. I think that's a pretty good result to my good Samaritan works, don't you?"