“What did you do?” I ask Jordan as soon as he picks up my call.
“Nothing you should concern your pretty head with,” he replies with a chuckle.
“I am not joking, Jordan,” I say angrily.
“And I’m serious,” he replies lazily. “How was the interrogation?”
“f**k off,” I finish, wanting to throw my phone away.
“Wait,” Jordan stops me before I have a chance to hang up the call. “Talk to me, what is it that you are blaming me for?”
“You’re kidding me, right?” I ask in disbelief. “You’ve just stole from the police after making them spend the entire night looking for me. Do you know how I feel right now? I feel disgusting.”
“Don’t say that,” Jordan stops me. “It’s not my fault or yours that they went around all night, and didn’t even think of coming back to your place during the night. I wasn
