Phil pov

     I needed that money. Do I regret anything? No. I had to rob the bank or my little siblings wouldn't have had food to eat and we'd have to sell our house. Did I mean to kill those people? They were in my way. I had no other choice. I could have been caught if I had. Now as for the cash I stole, my family is hiding it and using it to stay afloat. I on the other hand am on the run from the law.

     I'm know officials will be coming after me soon so I must think of something quick to save my ass. Running away from the law seemed a very plausible option so that's what I'm doing currently.

    I thought fleeing the state and starting a new life would be a plan. My family wouldn't have to deal with me anymore. At least I could provide that money for them while I was there.

Dan pov

        I walked into the station for work early in the morning. Clutching my coffee so badly it almost scorched my hand, but I always have loved that feeling. I smiled and nodded to a few coworkers and then proceeded to enter my pin and open the big metal doors into the offices.

      My boss's office was all the way down the hall. Once there, I knocked conservatively and entered when I hear him chime "Ah, yes. Come in."

       "Hey Sir. Any new people trying to escape?" I had finished my last case a week ago. We hadn't had any incidents since. Maybe I would get to go home again until I was needed. I didn't want that. I liked feeling needed and doing what's right.

      "Oh yes I certainly have a case for you." Said the boss, tossing down a file in front of me. Opening it up, I noticed a man with jet black hair and glowing blue eyes. He looked so happy and sweet. All the crazy ones did.  I read the name. Phil Lester.

     "What did this one do?" I asked casually, still staring at the picture of the boy.

    " That man. He, he murdered two people." My eyes widened. But he looks like the kind of guy you could trust. I had felt betrayed by his face, even though I don't know him.