"Just a moment while I get this approved," the saleslady said. Then she stepped back into the back room to use the phone in private.
Jon relaxed. After all; he definitely hadn't reported the card stolen. So no problem; right?
Unfortunately the saleslady had called the local police instead of the credit card company; and the dispatcher who answered knew Jon's mother. And knew very well that Jon didn't really have a girlfriend; much less one who matched his present description.
The first Jon realized something was wrong was when two female police officers walked into the shop and cuffed his hands behind his back.
In fifteen minutes he had been read his rights and hauled to the police station to be booked for posession of stolen property - his own credit card. And if I try to explain what really happened they'll throw me in the funny farm!
While the police were running his fingerprints through a computer search program; they allowed Jon to make a phone call. So who do I call? he wondered. Mother wouldn't recognize me. Karyn would understand what happened; nut how could she get me out of jail?
He hesitated; then ...
